夏日的每一缕丝线终被解开。

Every thread of summer is at last unwoven.

一只毛虫便将广袤的非洲吞噬，

By one caterpillar is great Africa devoured

直布罗陀如风中之唾，消融无痕。

And Gibraltar is dissolved like spit in the wind.

可在风之上，在它呼啸的传说之上，

But over the wind, over the legends of its roaring,

屋顶上的大象发出象群般庞大的轰鸣，

The elephant on the roof and its elephantine blaring,

庭院中的血狮子在夜间或正蓄势欲跃，

The bloody lion in the yard at night or ready to spring

自颤动的树林间的云层之上，

From the clouds in the midst of trembling trees

发出咬牙切齿的巨响，凌驾于翻滚之浪

Making a great gnashing, over the water wallows

空旷之海，以阔喉慷慨陈词——

Of a vacant sea declaiming with wide throat,

凌驾于这一切，非凡的想象力获胜，

Over all these the mighty imagination triumphs

犹如一支号角宣告：在这回忆的季节，

Like a trumpet and says, in this season of memory,

当树叶飘落如同哀悼过往，

When the leaves fall like things mournful of the past,

内心保持平静。哦疯狂的母狗。哦走向狂野的

Keep quiet in the heart, O wild bitch. O mind

心灵，成为他要求成为的人：女孩。

Gone wild, be what he tells you to be: Puella

在窗玻璃上写下和平。而后

Write pax across the window pane. And then

归于寂静。那至高的总结开始……

Be still. The summarium in excelsis begins…

Flame, sound, fury composed … Hear what he says,

火焰、声响、狂怒归于秩序……听他诉说——

The dauntless master, as he starts the human tale.

无畏的大师，当他开启人类的故事。