or you look for a friend's father where he is no more.

要么像你朋友父亲可其实这完全是幻觉
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching

绛紫色的夜晚我每一块肌肉都痛得要命
along the lights of 27th and Welton

我在丹佛黑人区第二十七大街和威尔顿街
in the Denver colored section

沿着路灯走着
wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world

我真希望我是个黑人在我看来白人世界
had offered was not enough ecstasy for me,

没有什么能使我激动对得心醉神迷
not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness,

缺乏活力欢乐神秘
music, not enough night.

音乐甚至没有难以忘怀的夜晚
He goes on in this vein for that whole paragraph

整个段落他都沿着这脉络展开
if you just skim down. I was only myself,

如果你们阅读下去我就是我自己
Sal Paradise, sad, strolling in this violet dark,

萨尔·帕拉迪斯在绛紫色的夜幕悲伤地徘徊
this unbearably sweet night

可爱的夜色让人禁不住怦然心动