红叶丛中满是吉他
姑娘的黄发涌动在篱笆旁，
那里立着向日葵。
穿越烟云，金色的马车驶过。
深褐阴影的静态中，古人
已无语，傻乎乎相拥。
孤弃者甜美地唱着在晚祷。
黄黄的雾霾里苍蝇嗡嗡叫。
沿着小溪，女人们仍在洗涤。
晾晒的被单轻轻飘动。
我朝思暮想的小姑娘
经由暮色苍茫中回来。
从柔美的天空，麻雀飞入
绿色充满腐败的洞中。
饥饿的男人已被面包
与刺鼻香草的飘荡填饱。
AMID RED FOLIAGE FULL OF GUITARS...
Amid red foliage full of guitars
The girls' yellow hair streams
Beside the fence where sunflowers stand.
Through clouds a golden cart passes.
In the repose of brown shadows, old folk
Grow silent in foolish embraces.
Orphans sweetly sing at vespers.
Flies buzz in the yellow vapours.
Along the brook women are washing still.
The hung-out linen gently flutters.
The young girl whom I long have fancied
Returns again through dusk at evening.
Out of the mellow sky plunge sparrows
Into green holes full of corruption.
The hungry man's full restoration is gulledby
A waft of bread and pungent herbs.
姜海舟译
