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

他真的热爱从山丘上降临的深红色太阳，

The paths of the forest, the singing blackbird

森林的路径，唱歌的黑鸟

And the joy of green.

和草木的快乐。

Earnest was his living in the shade of the tree

严肃的是他在树荫中的居所

And pure his face.

纯洁的是他的面容。

God spoke a gentle flame into his heart:

上帝把一片柔和的火苗述说到他的心里：

O man!

人啊！

Quietly his footstep found the town in the evening;

黄昏时，他悄然的脚步找到了城市，

The dark lament of his mouth:

他的嘴唇的隐秘悲叹：

I want to be a horseman.

我想成为一名骑手。

But he was followed by bush and animal,

然而，灌木与野兽尾随着他，

House and twilit garden of white men

马匹与白色的人的幽暗花园

And his murderer was seeking him out.

他的谋杀者寻找他。

Spring and summer and already the autumn

正义者的春天，夏天和美丽的

Of the righteous one, his quiet footstep

秋天，他轻盈的脚步

Past the dark rooms of dreamers.

走过梦者黑暗的卧室。

At night he remained alone with his star;

夜里，他独自与他的星星在一起，

Saw snow falling in bare branches

看见雪花飘落在秃枝上，

And in the darkening hallway his murderer’s shadow.

转暗的过道中，谋杀者的影子。

In silver sank the head of the unborn.

未诞生者的头颅白银般低垂。