1

I

风穿过粗壮的黄杨

The wind through the box-elder trees

如白马驱驰于黄昏，

Is like rides at dusk on a white horse,

为国征战，痛击英国人。

Wars for your country, and fighting the British.

2

II

我不知道华盛顿是否听过。

I wonder if Washington listened to the trees.

整个上午我都坐在草地上，

All morning I have been sitting in grass,

它们没了我的双眼，在树下，

Higher than my eyes, beneath trees,

我侧耳倾听，那些风穿梭于叶隙。

And listening upward, to the wind in leaves.

忽然，我明白了这是怎么一回事：

Suddenly I realize there is one thing more:

原来风也穿过了这高高的草丛。

There is also the wind through the high grass.

3

III

那儿有宫殿，船只，静寂的白色屋宇，

There are palaces, boats, silence among white buildings,

冰水升至大理石顶，屋子一片冰凉；

Iced drinks on marble tops among cool rooms;

作为穷人，听这风也是好的。

It is also good to be poor, and listen to the wind.