Like the moon her kindness is,

如果我把不可理解称做善良，

If kindness I may call

那她就善良有如月光，

What has no comprehension in't,

事事如此相仿，

But is the same for all

墙上的布景似乎绘出了我的忧伤。

As though my sorrow were a scene

Upon a painted wall.

于是我躺在折断的树下，

犹如石片一样，

So like a bit of stone I lie

如果对飞鸟喊出心中的痛苦，

Under a broken tree.

我本来可以恢复原状，

I could recover if I shrieked

可是出于人的尊严，

My heart's agony

我一声不响。

To passing bird, but I am dumb

From human dignity.