彻夜我坐着读一本书，

All night I sat reading a book,

我坐着，读着，仿佛置身在书的

Sat reading as if in a book

庄严的纸页中。

Of sombre pages.

这是秋天，星星坠落，

It was autumn and falling stars

覆盖那些匍匐在月色中的

Covered the shrivelled forms

皱巴巴的形体。

Crouched in moonlight.

我的夜读无灯陪伴，只有

No lamp was burning as I read,

一个声音在嘟囔“万物

A voice was mumbling, “Everything

回归冰冷，包括

Falls back to coldness,

那些麝香葡萄串，

Even the musky muscadines,

甜瓜和光秃园圃里

The melons, the vermilion pears

红亮的梨”。

Of the leafless garden.”

庄严的书页没有字迹，只有

The sombre pages bore no print

焚烧的星星的痕迹

Except the trace of burning stars

密布在霜天里。

In the frosty heaven.