太阳初升
鸟儿还没有唱完晨歌
牧羊人才刚上路
我就开始播种了
我的那片田野依然宽广、荒芜
我得赶紧干活
趁天气暖和的时候
让该发芽的都发芽
该结果的都结果
当晚霞在西边沉落的时候
那时倦飞的鸟儿已经回巢
羊群在圈棚里睡得正香
我会躺在收割过的田野一角
恋恋不舍地看着你的繁星
叹出最后一口甜蜜的气：
“至少，你交给我的那块荒地
我已经开垦过了。”
The Cultivator
The sun just arose with
birds still singing.
The shepherd barely started off,
and I began sowing.
With all my might,
as weather permits,
I must let seeds sprout
then bear their fruit.
When the sun sets in the west,
birds return to their nests.
Sheep soundly sleep in the shed, and
I lie down in the harvested field,
gazing at your stars
with the eye of a beloved,
breathing my last:
“O, Lord! At least I have cultivated
the land you entrusted.”
