我从泉边取水回来，走过乱石满布的牧场，

It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified, 

暮色中一声鸟鸣——我伫立细听，

As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture; 

宁静是天上的白云，以及白云在水桶里的倒影。

But I stood so still sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water. 

岁月流逝，旧事慢慢淡去，有些人也已经永离，

Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died, 

我站在远地，暮色沉静，

And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure 

终于确定，红尘万念，最难忘的是鸟鸣时那片宁静。

That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things that were to fail later.