他真的热爱从山丘上降临的深红色太阳，

Truly he loved the sun that climbed crimson down the hill,

森林的路径，唱歌的黑鸟

The paths of the forest, the singing blackbird

和草木的快乐。

And the joy of green.

严肃的是他在树荫中的居所

Earnest was his living in the shade of the tree

纯洁的是他的面容。

And pure his face.

上帝把一片柔和的火苗述说到他的心里：

God spoke a gentle flame into his heart:

人啊！

O man!

黄昏时，他悄然的脚步找到了城市，

Quietly his footstep found the town in the evening;

他的嘴唇的隐秘悲叹：

The dark lament of his mouth:

我想成为一名骑手。

I want to be a horseman.

然而，灌木与野兽尾随着他，

But he was followed by bush and animal,

马匹与白色的人的幽暗花园

House and twilit garden of white men

他的谋杀者寻找他。

And his murderer was seeking him out.

正义者的春天，夏天和美丽的

Spring and summer and already the autumn

秋天，他轻盈的脚步

Of the righteous one, his quiet footstep

走过梦者黑暗的卧室。

Past the dark rooms of dreamers.

夜里，他独自与他的星星在一起，

At night he remained alone with his star;

看见雪花飘落在秃枝上，

Saw snow falling in bare branches

转暗的过道中，谋杀者的影子。

And in the darkening hallway his murderer’s shadow.

未诞生者的头颅白银般低垂。

In silver sank the head of the unborn.