他确实爱那紫烟中落山的夕阳，

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

林中的小路，歌唱的黑鸟

The paths of the forest, the singing blackbird

和那片芳草萋萋。

And the joy of green.

他树荫下的栖居毫不做作，

Earnest was his living in the shade of the tree

他的容貌纯真。

And pure his face.

上帝将柔情的火焰判给他的心：

God spoke a gentle flame into his heart:

啊，人！

O man!

他的脚步悄悄引他到傍晚的都市；

Quietly his footstep found the town in the evening;

他嘴里的阴森怨诉：

The dark lament of his mouth:

我要做一个骑士。

I want to be a horseman.

可是他身后紧随着丛林和野兽，

But he was followed by bush and animal,

白色人的家乡和暮园，

House and twilit garden of white men

他的刽子手搜寻着他。

And his murderer was seeking him out.

春来夏去，义人的秋天清丽，

Spring and summer and already the autumn

他轻轻的脚步

Of the righteous one, his quiet footstep

绕过梦幻者昏暗的房间。

Past the dark rooms of dreamers.

夜里他独守他的星辰；

At night he remained alone with his star;

看雪花飘落枯枝，

Saw snow falling in bare branches

刽子手的影子印在朦胧的穿廊。

And in the darkening hallway his murderer’s shadow.

尚未出世者的头颅银闪闪沉坠。

In silver sank the head of the unborn.