银色的尘雾

Silver dust

从地面升起，

lifted from the earth,

我的手够不着，

higher than my arms reach,

你升得那么高。

you have mounted.

哦白银，

O silver,

我手够不着

higher than my arms reach

你花团锦簇向着我们；

you front us with great mass;

没别的花能开出

no flower ever opened

如此坚挺纯白的花瓣，

so staunch a white leaf,

没别的花能从如此罕见的白银

no flower ever parted silver

再分离出白银；

from such rare silver;

哦洁白的梨花，

O white pear,

你一簇簇花团

your flower-tufts,

怒放在枝头，

thick on the branch,

用你紫色的心

bring summer and ripe fruits

带来夏天，带来成熟的果实。

in their purple hearts.