清冷的小小的夜缩成狗吠声和水桶的咚咚声——

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -

你倾听着。

And you listening.

蜘蛛网紧绷着，等待着露水的触摸。

A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.

水桶拎上来，静止的水面就要溢出——像镜子

A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror

在诱惑第一颗星星和它带来的颤动。

To tempt a first star to a tremor.

小路上，归家的母牛们用它们呼出的温暖气息将树篱围起来——

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm wreaths of breath -

一条黑暗的血的河流，许多巨大的石头，

A dark river of blood, many boulders,

平衡着那即将溢出的奶。

Balancing unspilled milk.

“月亮!”你突然叫道，“月亮!月亮!”

'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

那月亮退后一步，就像艺术家惊讶地注视着一件

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work

同样惊讶地注视着他的作品。

That points at him amazed.