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 round 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。