大地的诗啊永远不会死：

The poetry of earth is never dead.

当骄阳炎炎使百鸟昏晕，．

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun

躲进了树荫，却有个声音

And hide in cooling trees,a voice will run

在草地边、树篙闻飘荡不止；

From hedge to hedge about the new?mown mead

那是蝈蝈在领喝，在奢华的夏日

That is the Grasshopper’s. He takes the lead

它的欢乐永远消耗不尽，

In summer luxury;he has never done

因为如果它唱得疲倦过分，

With his delights,for when tired out with fun

就在草寸下享受片刻的闲适。

He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

大地的诗啊永远不会停：

The poetry of earth is ceasing never.

在寂寞的冬夜里，当霜雪

On a lone winter evening, when the frost

织出一片静寂，炉边的蛐蛐

Has wrought a silence,from the stove there shrills

尖声吟唱，歌声随着温度上升，

The cricket’s song,in warmth increasing ever，

使人在睡意朦胧中恍惚听得，

And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,

绿草如茵的山坡上蝈蝈的歌曲。

The grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.