I have reached illusion 8217;s end
我已走到了幻想底尽头，
In this grove of falling leaves ,
这是一片落叶飘零的树林，
Each leaf a signal of past joy ,
每一片叶子标记着一种欢喜，
Drifting sere within my heart.
现在都枯黄地堆积在内心。
Some were loves of youthful days?
有一种欢喜是青春的爱情，
Blazing meteors in a distant sky ,
那是遥远天边的灿烂的流星，
Extinguished , vanished without trace ,
有的不知去向，永远消逝了，
Or dropped before me , stiff and cold as ice .
有的落在脚前，冰冷而僵硬。
Some were boisterous friendships ,
另一种欢喜是喧腾的友谊，
Fullblown blossoms , innocent of coming fall .
茂盛的花不知道还有秋季，
Society dammed the pulsing blood ,
社会的格局代替了血的沸腾，
Life cast molten passion in reality 8217;s shell .
生活的冷风把热情铸为实际。
Another joy , the spell of high ideals ,
另一种欢喜是迷人的理想，
Drew me through many a twisting mile of thorn .
它使我在荆棘之途走得够远，
To suffer for ideals is no pain ;
为理想而痛苦并不可怕，
But oh ,to see them mocked and scorned !
可怕的是看它终于成笑谈。
Now nothing remains but remorse?
只有痛苦还在，它是日常生活
Daily punishment for past pride .
每天在惩罚自己过去的傲慢，
When the glory of the sky stands condemned,
那绚烂的天空都受到谴责，
In this wasteland, what colour survive ?
还有什么彩色留在这片荒原?
There is one tree that stands alone intact ,
但惟有一棵智慧之树不凋，
It thrives , I know , on my suffering 8217;s lifeblood .
我知道它以我的苦汁为营养，
Its greenshade mocks me ruthlessly !
它的碧绿是对我无情的嘲弄，
O wisdom tree ! I curse your every growing bud.
我诅咒它每一片叶的滋长。