在工作了数周之后我终于出门，

I start out for a walk at last after weeks at the desk.

月亮耕犁一般钻进脚底而群星消隐，没有一丝光亮！

Moon gone plowing underfoot no stars; not a trace of light!

想像一匹马四蹄踏踏，在这敞开的土地上向我疾驰过来？

Suppose a horse were galloping toward me in this open field?

我没有在孤独中度过的每一天都浪费了。

Every day I did not spend in solitude was wasted.