余诗英译：“打谷场上”

On the threshing ground to drive away chickens

Then saw a group of sparrows coming down, they look around
At any particular grain to stop seems inappropriate
Their eyes are clear, bright
Starlings also came in droves, panic
Fluttering wings of the wind of shining sound
After they had left, the blue of the sky shortened
In this village deep in Hubei
It forced us to look at the sky blue
As grandparents forcing us to look at the narrow and nothingness inside us
Also forcing us deeply into the abundance in September
We are consoled by smallness, and also hurt by it
Living this way makes us carefree
So many grains come from where?
Such yellow as gold come from where?
Year after year I have been given, and taken
When happiness and sadness are of the same color, I am glad to be put aside
I do not know with whom I am far away from
But I have no barriers with the days I pass through