人们说，死者总是俯视着我们，

The dead are always looking down on us, they say,

当我们穿鞋或做三明治的时候，

while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich,

他们正透过天堂的玻璃底船俯视，

they are looking down through the glass-bottom boats of heaven

缓慢地划着船，穿过永恒。

as they row themselves slowly through eternity.

他们看着我们的头顶在大地上移动，

They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,

而当我们躺在田野里或沙发上，

and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,

或许被一个温暖午后的嗡嗡声催眠，

drugged perhaps by the hum of a warm afternoon,

他们以为我们正在回望他们，

they think we are looking back at them,

这让他们停下船桨，陷入沉默，

which makes them lift their oars and fall silent

等待着，像父母一样，等我们闭上眼睛。

and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.