“别挂线”她说，“我这就跑出去找他。

'Hold on,' she said, 'I'll just run out and get him.

这里天气很好，他有机会锄锄草。”

The weather here's so good, he took the chance

我仿佛看到了他

To do a bit of weeding.'

视线在他的手和膝上

So I saw him

在韭菜地旁

Down on his hands and knees beside the leek rig,

他触摸、搜索、把茎与茎分离，

Touching, inspecting, separating one

小心地拔去不是鼠尾形的

Stalk from the other, gently pulling up

不柔弱和宽叶子的一切

Everything not tapered, frail and leafless,

高兴地感觉草根的小小断裂

Pleased to feel each little weed-root break,

但又感到悔恨……

But rueful also...

然后发现我在听着

Then found myself listening to

被大厅放大的低沉的钟表声

The amplified grave ticking of hall clocks

在那里话筒孤零零地躺在

Where the phone lay unattended in a calm

镜子玻璃和中暑的钟摆之间

Of mirror glass and sunstruck pendulums...

然后发现我自己在想：

And found myself then thinking: if it were nowadays,

如果就在今朝，

This is how Death would summon Everyman.

死亡召唤每一个人……

Next thing he spoke and I nearly said I loved him.

然后是他开始说话，

我差点就告诉他，

我爱他。