The Square Root of Three

孤独的根号三

David B. Feinberg

大卫·范伯格

I'm sure that I will always be A lonely number like root three

假如可以，把人生比作算术 我想我会，如根号般孤独

The three is all that's good and right,

３这个数字，如此纯良美好

Why must my three keep out of sight Beneath the vicious square root sign,

可我的３呵，却顶着个√ˉˉ; 隅居在这个绝望的窠臼

I wish instead I were a nine

我多希望自己能是个９！

For nine could thwart this evil trick, with just some quick arithmetic

因为这层艰险，９不会害怕 只需小小×÷，就全部消化

I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321

可阳光永远照不到这儿 因为我是１．７３２……

Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

从我出生的那一刻起 就有个名字叫做无理……

When hark! What is this I see, Another square root of a three

可看！是什么在我眼前闪？ 莫不是另一个？

As quietly co-waltzing by, Together now we multiply

轻盈的脚步，与你如此相称 我们在一起，于是彼此相乘……

To form a number we prefer, Rejoicing as an integer

就这样成为一个整数 不用再对着"有理"羡慕

We break free from our mortal bonds With the wave of magic wands

仿佛有魔棒轻轻挥过我们，从这尘世的枷锁解脱

Our square root signs become unglued

终于粉碎这√ˉˉ的拘禁

Your love for me has been renewed

而你我的心，从此更加靠近！