一个清凉而不起眼的傍晚收缩成一声狗吠和铁桶的叮当－

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -

你在聆听

And you listening.

一张蛛网，为露珠的轻触而绷紧

A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.

一桶提起的水，是静止且盈满的－镜子

A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror

引得一颗初升的星星禁不住战栗。

To tempt a first star to a tremor.

牛群回到小巷那头的家，它们温暖而缭绕的呵气绕着篱笆－

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm wreaths of breath -

一条幽暗的血河，许多巨石，

A dark river of blood, many boulders,

稳住行将溢出的牛奶。

Balancing unspilled milk.

“月亮！”你突然叫嚷，“月亮！月亮！”

'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

月亮退后一步像是一位艺术家吃惊地凝视一件

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work

指着自己惊讶不已的作品。

That points at him amazed.