Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass—
　　The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
　　Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
　　‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
　　All around our nest, far as the eye can pass,
　　Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
　　Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
　　‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.
　　
　　Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
　　Hangs like a blue-thread loosened from the sky;
　　So this wing’d hour is dropt to us from above.
　　Oh! Clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
　　This close-companioned inarticulate hour
　　When two-fold silence was the song of love.
　　
　　你的手伸展在鲜嫩的长草里——
　　指尖如玫瑰花一样透明：
　　你的眼睛漾着恬静的微笑。
　　云海汹涌的长空下，
　　牧场时而闪烁，时而暗淡。
　　在我们的巢穴周围，在我们的视野之内，
　　是镶着银边的金黄色的驴蹄草，是峨参环绕的山毛榉篱笆。
　　这可见的沉静，沙漏一般的沉静。
　　
　　阳光追逐的枝苗深处，挂着一只蜻蜓，
　　像天空撒了手的蓝线；
　　像这生着翅膀的时光从我们头顶降落。
　　啊！心贴心地抱紧我们吧，为了这不朽的馈赠，
　　这亲密相伴的沉默时光，
　　双重的沉默就是一首爱情之歌。