月有始末，年，是一个结

月有始末，年，是一个结——

没有什么力量能解开

一团苦难

让它略为伸展——

大地将倦怠的生命

收入她神秘的抽屉——

如此温柔，勿须怀疑

它们已陷入长眠——

疲惫了一整天的——

孩子们的举止——

他们自己，是喧哗的玩具

无法妥善收存——

The Months have ends—the Years—a knot

The Months have ends—the Years—a knot—

No Power can untie

To stretch a little further

A Skein of Misery—

The Earth lays back these tired lives

In her mysterious Drawers—

Too tenderly, that any doubt

An ultimate Repose—

The manner of the Children—

Who weary of the Day—

Themself—the noisy Plaything

They cannot put away—