秋天来了；不是在外界，

It is autumn; not without,

是我心里感到了秋凉。

But within me is the cold.

四处都是青春和美景，

Youth and spring are all about;

只有我已经老迈苍苍。

It is I that have grown old.

鸟儿在空中急速飞行，

Birds are darting through the air,

歌唱，筑巢，片刻不停；

Singing, building without rest;

生机活跃在每个角落，

Life is stirring everywhere,

除了我这孤寂的心灵。

Save within my lonely breast.

这里是一片静默：枯叶

There is silence: the dead leaves

下坠，飒响，终于沉寂；

Fall and rustle and are still;

听不到连枷拍打稻粱，

Beats no flail upon the sheaves,

也没有水车喁语的声息。

Comes no murmur from the mill.