The immense sadness

那即將襲來的

of approaching winter

嚴冬的巨大悲傷

hangs in the air

懸掛在空氣裏

this cloudy September.

這陰沉的九月。

Today a muddy road

今天一條泥濘的路

filled with leaves, tomorrow

粘滿落葉，明日

the stiffening earth and

凍硬的土地

a footprint

和一隻足印

glazed with ice.

將發出冰的釉光。

The sun breaking through

透過來的太陽

still warm, but the road

依舊暖和，而路

deep in shadow;

陷在影子裏；

your hand in mine is cold.

你的手在我的手中發冷。

Our berries picked,

我們的漿果已摘下，

the mushrooms gathered,

蘑菇也採好，

each of us hides

我們各自在心裏

in his heart a small piece

藏起一小塊

of this summer,

夏天，

as mice store their roots

就像老鼠把根莖

in a place

儲存在

known only to them.

惟有牠們知道的地方。

We believe in the life to come,

我們相信還未降臨的生命，

when the stark tree

當一棵光禿的樹

stands in silence above

默默站立在

the blackened leaf;

變黑的樹葉上；

but now at a bend in the road

但此時在那條路的轉彎處

to stop and listen:

停下腳步聆聽：

strange song

一隻南飛的鳥

of a southbound bird

牠奇異的歌聲

overflows

漲滿

in the quiet dusk

靜寂的黃昏

from the top

正從那棵樹梢

of that tree.

流淌。