Whenever Richard Cory went down town, 每当理查.珂利走进闹市
We people on the pavement looked at him: 我们,街上的人,两眼瞪圆
He was a gentleman from sole to crown, 他从头到脚都是地道的绅士
Clean favored, and imperially slim. 潇洒纤瘦,风度翩翩
And he was always quietly arrayed, 他衣着永远淡雅素净,
And he was always human when he talked; 他谈吐永远文质彬彬,
But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 当他向人问好,人们不禁
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. 怦然心动,他走路光彩照人
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - 他有钱---是的,富比王侯
And admirably schooled in every grace; 令人钦佩的读遍各种学问
In fine we thought that he was everything 总而言之,他是无所不有,
To make us wish that we were in his place. 谁都盼望有他的福份
So on we worked, and waited for the light, 我们苦干,等着福光降临
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; 整月没肉吃,面包讨人嫌
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, 而理查.珂利,在宁静的夏夜
Went home and put a bullet through his head. 回家朝自己脑袋放一颗子弹