The bed of the railway links me to these days of hell. The bed of the railway just one night can do it all.

Love of the others you wear me out with great strokes of a stiff brush.

In a station of Paris is there a true love that smiles? In a station of Paris everything begins and everything fails.

Love of the others you suck the young blood of my life.

And the words of my big brother I still hear them on my cot. And the words of my big brother can it be he forgot?

Love of the others you are slow to promise a reward

So be it my child some people are never satisfied So be it my child some win some fall by the wayside

Love of the others you put out my eyes by dint of fevers.

Goodbye is a big handkerchief a big handkerchief of paper That you throw in the sewer once it's been spoiled with tears

Love of the others you leave in my mouth a taste of clay.

(Translated by John Ashbery)