"The piazza," sang out my leader,

'这是外面的门廊'在前面给我领路的那个女人大声说
and then without the least warning

接着事先没有一点预兆
a blue sea wave swelled under my heart,

我心底便涌起一片蓝色的海浪
and from a mat in a pool of sun

在布满阳光的一个草垫上
half naked, kneeling, turning about on her knees,

半光着身子跪着转过身来的
there was my Riviera love peering at me over dark sunglasses.

正是从黑眼镜上面瞅着我的我那里维埃拉的情人
It was the same child, the same frail, honey-hued shoulders,

那是同一个孩子同样娇弱的蜜黄色的肩膀
the same silky, supple bare back,

同样柔软光滑袒露着的脊背
the same chestnut head of hair.

同样的一头栗色头发
A polka-dotted black kerchief tied around her chest

她的胸口扎着一条原点花纹的黑色围巾
hid from my aging ape eyes but not from

因而我的苍老而色迷迷的眼无法看到胸前两只幼小的乳房
the gaze of young memory the juvenile breasts

可是我在一个不朽的日子抚摸过的那对乳房