在近八月的太陽裏，小溪泛著銀色，

The creek’s silver in the sun of almost August,

明亮而乾燥的空氣，融雪的最後的溝渠，

And bright dry air, and last runnels of snowmelt,

滲入山草的根

Percolating through the roots of mountain grasses

醋雜草，金色的煙霧，或鏽病的草地，

Vinegar weed, golden smoke, or meadow rust,

它們交談嗎，在那夏日的薄暮中

Do they confer, do the lovers’ bodies

情人的身體，他的氣息，她睡熟的臉，

In the summer dusk, his breath, her sleeping face,

交談嗎——松林裏緩慢的微風呢？

Confer—, does the slow breeze in the pines?

倘若你是解釋者。倘若那是你的職責。

If you were the interpreter, if that were your task.