Though he believe it, no man is strong.
He thinks to be called the fortunate,
To bring home a wife, to live long.

But he is defeated; let the son
Sell the farm lest the mountain fall;
His mother and her mother won.

His fields are used up where the moles visit,
The contours worn flat; if there show
Passage for water he will miss it:

Give up his breath, his woman, his team;
No life to touch, though later there be
Big fruit, eagles above the stream.

我最初译诗学的是罗池，直译派，翻译过于僵硬，
诗意全无，而我的英文又不如他，差误难免，会
慢慢改正的。那首帕氏的是力冈译的，我可不懂
俄文，帕氏的英文名叫什么？我去查查他的英文
诗集。