A Valley
by Czeslaw Milosz
The sun goes down in a great longing,
Everything falls into the hands of your rising.
The valley with the river silent in its depths,
Clumps of trees, and the cliffs that look into the distance.
They are your voice.
You speak to them, you can be heard,
But who will believe this?
Who will trust?
It is the most difficult of sciences,
To listen,
To see,
To enter into the work of hands,
Like one who lays out wine on a table.
山谷
太阳在巨大的期盼中落山,
一切都坠入你托举着的手中。
河流流经的山谷深处寂静无声
树丛林立,峭壁眺望着远方。
它们就是你的声音。
你跟它们交谈,它们能听到,
但谁会相信呢?
谁会信任它们呢?
这是科学中最难的部分,
倾听,
凝视,
动手做事,
正如那个在桌子上摆放酒具的人。
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