那只是一只鸟在晚上鸣叫，认不出是什么鸟，
当我从泉边取水回来，走过满是石头的牧场，
我站得那么静，头上的天空和水桶里的天空一样静。
多少年过去，多少地方多少脸都淡漠了，有的人已谢世，
而我站在远方，夜那么静，我终于肯定
我最怀念的，不是那些终将消逝的东西，
而是鸟鸣时那种宁静。
[原文]
It was only a bird call at evening,unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water,across the rocky back-pasture;
But I stood so still sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.
Years pass,all places and faces fade,some people have died,
And I stand in a far land,the evening still,and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things that were to fail later
编辑：乔木
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