I looked in the empty window

从这空空的窗望进去

Where your easel stood in shadow

你的书架立在暗影里

And the broom leaned in the corner

扫帚挨着墙角

As I left it, after sweeping,

是我打扫一番后放下的，

When we cleared away your paintings, and you packed them in the car.

那时我们正收拾你的书，你就把它们包好放在车里。

I stood there in the twilight

我站在黄昏的微光里

And I felt the surge of darkness

感觉着黑暗逐步涌来

As it flooded from the rafters

从屋椽开始涨满

And came down to touch your door

淹及你的大门

In the softening of the moonlight, and the cooling of the day.

月光缓缓融化，白昼慢慢冰凉

I remembered how the saddle

还记得那鞍架

Hung along the whitewashed wall, and

挂在一片髹成白色的墙上

The black outlines of your drawings,

衬着你画面黑色的线条

And the blurred shapes gathering volume

然后朦胧的形状逐渐成形

As you worked there in the sunlight, with a book beside you hand.

你就站在那片阳光里画着，手上拿着一本书。

I remembered how the thunder

还记得有一天我们正在闲谈

Broke one day when we were talking

雷声忽然轰响

And we rose and watched sky blacken

我们站起来，看着庭院的

In the courtyard, and the rain

一片天空变黑，雨来了，

Came and slanted down your window, and we lay and watched in slide.

斜落在你的窗上，而我们躺着观看雨点滑下。

I stood, and darkness thickened

我站着，黑暗从天顶

As it drifted from the zenith,

沉下，浓了重了，

And I felt the cold of night seep

悄悄地转身离去，

Through the thinness of my shirt

单衣纤薄，可以感受到

As I turned away in silence, and the moon shone round and full.

夜寒渗进来，而月色正洒得浑满。

I came in to this bare table

走进来在这空空的桌前

By my window, where the noise

靠在我的窗旁，外面高速公路

Of late traffic from the freeway

传来傍晚时分的车声

Shook the balance of my mind,

摇撼了我的思绪，

And I felt your image tremble, and I moved to hold it still.

我感到你的映像在震荡，于是用双手扶稳它。