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
i had fondled one immortal day and,

仍然无法躲过我少年时记忆的目光
as if I were the fairy tale nurse of

同时好像我是神话中一个
some little princess lost, kidnapped, discovered in gypsy rags

(迷失路途受到劫持被人发现穿着吉普赛人的破衣烂衫
through which her nakedness smiled at the king and his hounds,

赤裸身体从破衣服里对着国王和他的猎狗微笑的)小公主的奶妈
I recognized the tiny, dark-brown mole on her side.

我一下子认出了她肋上的那个深褐色小痣