Walden, Is It You?

By Henry David Thoreau

It is no dream of mine,
To ornament a line;
I cannot come nearer to God and Heaven
Than I live to Walden even.
I am its stony shore,
And the breeze that passes o'ver;
In the hollow of my hand
Are its water and its sand,
And its deepest resort
Lies high in my thought.

      

瓦尔登，这可是你吗？

  译文/冰默樱娘

我从未梦想，

用华美的词句修饰诗行；

我无法比我居住的瓦尔登

更靠近上帝和天堂。

我是它铺满乱石的湖岸，

我是那掠过的微风轻扬；

在我的手心里

是它的沙砾和湖光，

它那神秘的圣地

是我心中最珍贵的宝藏。