音乐 by 罗伯特·哈斯

《音乐》

小溪在时近八月的阳光下泛着银光，

空气明亮而干燥，最后融雪细流，

渗入山草根部

醋草，金色烟雾，或草地锈迹，

他们商谈么，情人的身体，

在夏日黄昏，他的呼吸，她沉睡的脸，

商谈——？这松林间的徐徐微风呢？

如果你是诠释者，如果那是你的任务。

MUSIC BY ROBERT HASS

The creek’s silver in the sun of almost August,

And bright dry air, and last runnels of snowmelt,

Percolating through the roots of mountain grasses

Vinegar weed, golden smoke, or meadow rust,

Do they confer, do the lovers’ bodies

In the summer dusk, his breath, her sleeping face,

Confer—, does the slow breeze in the pines?

If you were the interpreter, if that were your task.