红与金黄的落叶逝去

After the red leaf and the gold have gone,

被狂风，与暴雨吹卷打落

Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain

瘀伤，褪色，当十月的火

Bruised and discolored, when October’s flame

在分野里蓝至摇曳，这片土地

Goes blue to guttering in the cusp, this land

沉入更深的静寂，陷进更沉的阴影

Sinks deeper into silence, darker into shade.

有一个学识在万物的表观之内

There is a knowledge in the look of things,

古丘在朔风将起前弓下了身

The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.

现在的我能看见必然的简洁

Now I can see certain simplicities

并在时间那变暗的锈迹与污渍里

In the darkening rust and tarnish of the time,

反复吟诵这无疑的素朴

And say over the certain simplicities,

流水与耸立的石块

The running water and the standing stone,

柳树的黄色雾气与黑色的

The yellow haze of the willow and the black

榆树的烟，和银色静默的光彩

Smoke of the elm, the silver, silent light

突然间，为了黄昏而准备

Where suddenly, readying toward nightfall,

漆树的烛台也在暗里燃烧

The sumac’s candelabrum darkly flames.

现在我以大地之声向你言语

And I speak to you now with the land’s voice,

这是凛冽荒芜的大地在与你诉说

It is the cold, wild land that says to you

有一个学识在沉眠的万物中闪烁

A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:

古丘在朔风将起前弓下了身

The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.