Moscow street-mutt, unloved stray. Eleven pounds of bone, of pelt, of tail. Who can weigh the heart of dog? What dials or instruments may measure loyalty; the desire, hard-wired, to obey? Dogs have no gods, know only to worship the hand that feeds. There is no canine word for pray. Brave little cosmonaut, faithful to a fault; caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play. How the words that sent you on your way crackle through the ragged dishes of your ears, a comet’s tail of breaking syllables that even now leave their trail: Laika, in. Laika, lay. Good girl, Laika. Wait. Stay.

中文翻译：

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莱卡

莫斯科街头混蛋，无人爱的流浪。十一磅骨头，毛皮，尾巴。谁能称得上狗的心？哪些表盘或仪器可以衡量忠诚度；渴望，硬连线，服从？狗没有神，只知道崇拜喂食的手。没有狗的祈祷词。勇敢的小宇航员，忠于错误；抓住并套上项圈，地球只不过是一个你不能玩的遥远的球。送你上路的话如何在你破烂的耳朵里噼啪作响，彗星的断音节现在仍然留下它们的踪迹：莱卡，在。莱卡，躺着。好姑娘，莱卡。等待。停留。