当我沿路穿过收获的田野， 那些被收割后没了头颅的庄稼， 平坦地躺着，

当我沿路穿过收获的田野，
那些被收割后没了头颅的庄稼，
平坦地躺着，好象露水打湿了茅草屋顶，
几乎遮没花园里的小径。

当我来到花园中的空地，
肃穆的鸟的呼呼声
从枯草的混乱之上传来
要比任何话语都悲伤。

在墙的一边，一棵树赤裸地站立，
只有一片逗留的叶子仍然保持着褐色，
我不怀疑它受到我的思索的打扰，
轻轻地飘落，伴随着簌簌的声音。

在不远的地方，我停了下来
拣一片最后的紫苑花
把它褪色的蓝
再一次带到你的面前。

結果 (英文) 1:

When I went down through the harvest field, Those crops that are harvested without head, Lay flat, like the dew-wet thatched roofs, Almost overshadow the paths in the garden. When I came to the open space in the garden, Stately birds whirring Coming from the grass above the chaos To be sad than any words. One side of the wall, a tree standing naked, Only a stay of leaf remained Brown, I think that I do not doubt it disrupt, Gently falling, along with the rustling sound. Not far from where I stopped Pick the last asters Blue fade Once again in front of you.

結果 (英文) 3:

When I walk along the road through the harvest field,Those who are not the head of the crops after the harvest,Flat lying, like the dew wet thatched roof,The garden path is almost blank.When I come to the garden ground,The whir of sober birdsThe chaos came from B.Than any words are sad.In the side of the wall, a tree standing naked,Only a stay leaves still keep brown,I don't doubt it by my thought disturb,Gently falling, accompanied by the voice of.Not far away, I stoppedA last piece of astersIt faded blueOnce again to the front of you.