那王子倾身向穿鲜红色高跟鞋的姑娘，
她碧绿的双目斜视，随着回旋曲缓缓播放
那扇形的银发飘逸 闪烁波光
现在舞曲以翘起的小提琴开始 持续悠扬

那整体旋转的高大玻璃殿堂
宾客如酒悄悄滑进灯光；
玫瑰蜡烛摇曳在紫丁香墙上
映射着百万葡萄酒瓶的光亮，

而滑移的舞伴们都昏旋迷转
领会假日开始的长长的陶醉，
临近午夜十二点那奇怪的姑娘突然
象被击而止，紧握王子，面色苍白仿佛负罪

在忙乱的音乐和鸡尾酒交谈中
她听到敲响了尖利刺耳的钟。

Cinderella

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

---Sylvia Plath