這絕非第一次

It will not be the first time

我在荒野中獨眠。

I have slept in the wilderness.

高草懷著沉沉的草籽

Tall grasses heavy with seed

把影子投上石碑，

will shadow the headstone,

風將盤問白楊

the wind will question the aspen

然後留下我獨行。

and pass on without me.

九月在即，催種子

September will come, driving the seeds

入土地——路過的小鳥

to earth—small birds

攪動落葉瑟瑟。

of passage rustle the fallen leaves.

那些帶我到這裏的

Those who have brought me here

必將消散，回歸各自的屋宇，

will have gone, each to his house,

各自的生計。

to his own occupation.

獨自在沙子的黑暗中

Alone in the sandy darkness

我將躺臥千年，

I shall lie for a thousand years,

千年沒有溫暖

a thousand years without warmth

沒有觸摸，千年

or touch, a thousand years

不語。

without speaking.