Translation into English of “Verses for the Coot”

Let us proceed to make a walk, if you give your consentment. We are going to aim our steps of the direction of Bina’s. Let us search the No. 22. Hast thou not seen, that this landscape with the tarnished herbaceous borders is queer? It is a land of trash. Nothing could be less picturesque. Even the Postman grinds his teeth and barbarises his face when he traverses this ambiguous quarter, which is one of the less attractive working-class districts. It is a land of bad and low jokes! in which, from the porticoes of Willett, rude skivvies keep an eye on you, hoping that you will pay court to them. There is very little life about! It is a waste and desolate piece of ground. One observes damaged cats, and even now and then a retired great coarse woman. But, behind a huge window where a vase of water-lilies shows off itself: listen! there are rare whispers and lunatic laugher. It is it. It is the disgusting creature. It is the vesperal spider with complex eyes and deadly poison, who, with an immodest look, makes to us a gesture which is cancelled by his strabismus. Let us proceed to make a walk, if you give your consentment. We are going to file off to these paltry gardens of Bina. Let us search the No. 22.

The rest is untranslate-able.

[T. S. Eliot]