Luna by Mary Oliver

黄昏
早至的天幕上
它飘动着，
缓慢的飞奔
这种方式或那种方式
穿过树林
林下。
我住进
开阔的胸襟里
对任何事情
都知之不足。
那是美。
那是寂静。
它甚至都没有一张嘴。
但它想要什么东西，
它有一个目的
和几小时珍贵的时间
找到它，
我猜它做到了。
下一个黄昏
它躺在地上
像一片残缺的树叶
没有移动，
那伤了我的心
那是另一个小东西
懂得不多。
当它出现时
大约是仲夏，
它也有它的目的
只有这许多珍贵的时刻
多么安静啊，
我们也没有任何任务
甚至一丁点儿对
领悟的暗示，
需要做的事情
都做完了。
In the early curtains
   of the dusk
      it flew,
         a slow galloping
this way and that way
   through the trees
      and under the trees.
         I live
in the open mindedness
   of not knowing enough
      about anything.
         It was beautiful.
It was silent.
   It didn’t even have a mouth.
      But it wanted something,
         it had a purpose
and a few precious hours
   to find it,
      and I suppose it did.
         The next evening
it lay on the ground
   like a broken leaf
      and didn’t move,
         which hurt my heart
which is another small thing
   that doesn’t know much.
      When this happened it was about
         the middle of summer,
which also has its purposes
   and only so many precious hours.
      How quietly,
         and not with any assignment from us,
or even a small hint
   of understanding,
      everything that needs to be done
         is done.