在深草中，在广大的平静里，一个渺小的人

In the long grass in a great calm a tiny man

倾听时间的流动，注视着云朵。

listens to the flow of time and eyes the clouds.

夏天盛大，天空明亮，一切仍在那里，

Summer is great, the sky is bright, all is still there,

但已处于另一种平静——

but already in another calm ——

完全不同。他察觉：一个人躺在草地

Utterly other. And he notices: in the grass lies a man

像一幅时间之画上的黑点，或逗号。

like a dark dot or a comma in a picture of time.