The wheat ripples in the wind

麦子在风中涌动

like muscles under the skin

如一只大猫

of a great cat.

皮肤下的肌肉。

Never have the fields

田野从未

been so beautiful, so dangerous.

如此美，如此危险。

The beards of wheat flick back and forth,

麦子的胡须轻拂飘荡，

even when the air is still.

哪怕风儿停息。

In the long dry heat everything awaits

万物都在漫长的干热里等待

the gazelle-footed touch of the rain.

一场雨像瞪羚蹄般踩落。