我向一个无名之辈敬礼。
我看到他在一面镜子里。
他微笑着--我也微笑。
他弄皱他前额的皮肤，
眉头紧锁--我也同样。
我做他所做的每件事。
我说：“你好，我认识你。”
而说这话的我是个说谎者。

哎，这个全然相反的人！
说谎者，傻瓜，梦想家，演员，
士兵，满是灰尘的饮尘者—
哎！他将随我而去
走下黑暗的阶梯
当没有别人在注意，
当所有别人都离去。

他挽起我的胳膊肘，
除了他--我丢失所有。

Chicago Poet

I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled—so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
frowning—so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said,”Hello, I know you.”
And I was a liar to say so.

Ah, this looking-glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust—
Ah! he will go with me
Down the dark dtairway
When nobody else is looking,
When everybody else is gone.

He locks his elbow in mine,
I lose all—but not him.

---By Carl Sandburg (美1878-1967)