我去了我们最后一次见面的地方。

I visited the place where we last met.

什么也没改变，花园照管得很好，

Nothing was changed, the gardens were well-tended,

喷泉喷射着它们惯常的稳定的水流；

The fountains sprayed their usual steady jet;

没有迹象表明某事已经结束，

There was no sign that anything had ended

也没有什么教我学会忘记。

And nothing to instruct me to forget.

一些愚笨的鸟儿从树里面窜出来，

The thoughtless birds that shook out of the trees,

唱着我无法分享的欢喜，

Singing an ecstasy I could not share,

在我的思想里玩弄诡计。当然这些

Played cunning in my thoughts. Surely in these

欢乐里不可能有要忍受的痛苦，

Pleasures there could not be a pain to bear

也没有任何不和谐颤动这平静的风。

Or any discord shake the level breeze.

只因这个地方还和从前一样，

It was because the place was just the same

使得你的缺席像是一股残忍的力量，

That made your absence seem a savage force,

因为在这所有的温柔之下

For under all the gentleness there came

一场地震的战栗来临：喷泉，鸟儿和青草

An earthquake tremor: Fountain, birds and grass

因我想起你的名字而颤抖。

Were shaken by my thinking of your name.