我要填上我心中的那个坑
用我最忧郁的思想；然后
铺展自己，五体投地，一动不动，在它们上面。
啊，最后的悲惨！得体。
那些喝饮这海水腥气的人
不知道我贪婪地吞吃着死亡多么可怕
关于意识形态--令人不快的教义，辩证法，信念；
H.P.酱汁，番茄酱，蛋黄酱，酸辣酱，
肮脏的厨房产生那种冒牌货，那叫“满足需要”，
干涸的确信，修士般的拘谨。但让我开始
描述我的疲惫...一个关于我阴郁的词。
I shall fill up that pit inside me
With my gloomist thoughts; and then
Spread myself, prostrate, inert, on top of them.
Ah, miserable at last! Felicity.
Those who drink the sea with its fishy breath
Cannot know with what dread I gorge to death
On ideologies - bitter dogma, dialectic, creed;
H.P. Sauce, ketchup, mayonnaise, chutney,
Filthy kitchen work that swindles, that says ‘feed',
Dried-up certitude, monkish inhibition, duty,
That helps us to fall downhill, mad as wine.
There, alone, I see my obligation. But let me begin
By describing my tiredness...a word on my depression.
