It is autumn; not without,

秋天来了；不是在外界，

But within me is the cold.

是我心里感到了秋凉。

Youth and spring are all about;

四处都是青春和美景，

It is I that have grown old.

只有我已经老迈苍苍。

Birds are darting through the air,

鸟儿在空中急速飞行，

Singing, building without rest;

歌唱，筑巢，片刻不停；

Life is stirring everywhere,

生机活跃在每个角落，

Save within my lonely breast.

除了我这孤寂的心灵。

There is silence: the dead leaves

这里是一片静默：枯叶

Fall and rustle and are still;

下坠，飒响，终于沉寂；

Beats no flail upon the sheaves,

听不到连枷拍打稻粱，

Comes no murmur from the mill.

也没有水车喁语的声息。