The dancer slows her frantic pace 舞者减缓她的步调

In pain and desperation 在痛苦和绝望

Her aching limbs and downcast face 她四肢酸痛和低垂的脸

Aglow with perspiration 发红与汗水

   

Stiff as wire, her lungs on fire 僵硬的电线，她的火润肺

With just the briefest pause 只用简短的停顿

The flooding through her memory 通过她的记忆水浸

The echoes of old applause 旧的掌声回响

   

She limps across the floor 她一瘸一拐在地板上

And closes her bedroom door... 并关闭了她卧室的门......

   

The writer stare with glassy eyes 笔者瞪了呆滞的目光

Defies the empty page 蔑视的空白页

His beard is white, his face is lined 他的胡子是白色的，他的脸衬

   

And streaked with tears of rage 与愤怒的泪水挑染

   

Thirty years ago, how the words would flow 三十年前，是如何的话会流

With passion and precision 用激情和精度

But now his mind is dark and dulled 但现在他的心是黑暗和迟钝

By sickness and indecision 由疾病和优柔寡断

   

And he stares out the kitchen door 他凝视着走出厨房门

Where the sun will rise no more... 当太阳升起没有更多...

   

Some are born to move the world 有些是天生的移动世界

To live their fantasies 过自己的幻想

But most of us just dream about 但我们大多数人只是梦想

The things we'd like to be 我们想的事情是

Sadder still to watch it die 令人悲哀的还是看它死去

Than never to have known it 也不要从来未曾知道它

For you, the blind who once could see 对你来说，盲目谁曾看见

The bell tolls for thee... 的钟声为你...