When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass

The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind,

They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water;

And the sight of their white play among the grass

Is like a little robin’s song, winsome,

Or as two white butterflies settle in the cup of one flower

For a moment, then away with a flutter of wings.

当那婴孩赤脚跑过草丛,

她雪白的小脚像风中的花儿般一点一顿着,

双脚稳住,继而奔跑起来,像涟漪兴起水纹;

她雪白的脚在草间嬉戏,

像一只小知更鸟的歌声般迷人,

又像两只白蝴蝶片刻驻足于

花萼之中,接而拍翅飞走。

I long for the baby to wander hither to me

Like a wind-shadow wandering over the water,

So that she can stand on my knee

With her little bare feet in my hands,

Cool like syringa buds,

Firm and silken like pink young peony flowers.

我渴望这婴孩像在水面上漫游着的风影般

向我走来,

我就可以握住她小小的赤脚,

让她站在我的膝上,

她的小脚像紫丁香的芽儿般清凉,

像新开的粉红牡丹花般柔滑坚挺。