与一个年老的农夫，他的双手

With an old farmer whose hands

弹奏着她单薄身体的缓慢的

Played her thin body's slow

被忽视的音乐，她生活

Neglected music she lived

在群山的一个缝隙里，那里三棵

In a gap in the hills where three

松树撑住了天空的重量

Pines kept the weight of the sky

在长满苔藓的屋顶上。

From the roof patched with moss.

他从冰霜覆盖的寒冷荒原

He came from the cold moor

而来，在他眼中的

Hooded with frost, in his eye

是那碎裂的湖面的光，

The light of the cracked lake

曾经她倚在那里梳理

That once she had propped to comb

她的头发。惟有他的爱，

Her hair in. None but his love,

他粗糙衣服内的僵硬，

Stiff in his shagged clothes,

能够被她的微笑一般

Could thaw by so poor a fire

如此微弱的火解冻，那是为他而生的

As her smile made for him there

在这死寂日子的炉床上。

On the hearth of the dead day.