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

他确实爱那紫烟中落山的夕阳，

The paths of the forest, the singing blackbird

林中的小路，歌唱的黑鸟

And the joy of green.

和那片芳草萋萋。

Earnest was his living in the shade of the tree

他树荫下的栖居毫不做作，

And pure his face.

他的容貌纯真。

God spoke a gentle flame into his heart:

上帝将柔情的火焰判给他的心：

O man!

啊，人！

Quietly his footstep found the town in the evening;

他的脚步悄悄引他到傍晚的都市；

The dark lament of his mouth:

他嘴里的阴森怨诉：

I want to be a horseman.

我要做一个骑士。

But he was followed by bush and animal,

可是他身后紧随着丛林和野兽，

House and twilit garden of white men

白色人的家乡和暮园，

And his murderer was seeking him out.

他的刽子手搜寻着他。

Spring and summer and already the autumn

春来夏去，义人的秋天清丽，

Of the righteous one, his quiet footstep

他轻轻的脚步

Past the dark rooms of dreamers.

绕过梦幻者昏暗的房间。

At night he remained alone with his star;

夜里他独守他的星辰；

Saw snow falling in bare branches

看雪花飘落枯枝，

And in the darkening hallway his murderer’s shadow.

刽子手的影子印在朦胧的穿廊。

In silver sank the head of the unborn.

尚未出世者的头颅银闪闪沉坠。