under the trees the air was stained with darkness
and in that leafy region overhead
the night was lost in air and air in night
I could not tell what pressed my head and hands so heavily down
whether it was the falling shadow of leaves
or thin air burdened with descending wings
I felt the weight of summer on the earth
vast plains of wheat with drooping dewy heads
the roses blown beyond their petals’ hold
and tumbled tawny pears sprawled in the dusty grass
the stars were clouded
or was it weariness clouded my eyes
I turned my head
the heaviness of roses
was pushing my flesh onto the dusty spears of grass
slowly the moonlight spread
over the tips of trees and hills
in long curves the soft light dipped
into the valleys
swirled under the leaves
bloomed in the very recesses of my heart
a pear loosened from its bough
and ghosts of nightingales fluttered through the trees
木の下で空気は闇に染まり
そしてその頭上の茂みで
夜は空気に空気は夜に溶け込み
私は何が頭と手をそんなに重くるしく圧迫するのかわからなかつた
それは木の葉の投影なのか
または天くだる翼を載せた薄い空気なのかわからなかつた
私は地上を圧しつける夏の重さを感じた
露を帯びて頭が垂れてゐる麦の広い平野
風に花びらを支へ得なかつた薔薇
ほこりだらけな草の中に行儀悪くころがる鳶色の落ち梨を
星は雲に蔽はれた或は私の眼をかすませたのは疲れだらうか
私はふりむいた
薔薇の重みはほこりだらけな草の鎗の先へ私の肉を押しつけてゐた
静かに月光は拡がつた
樹木の尖頭と岡の上に
長い曲線を画いて軟い光は谷の方へ流れた
葉の下で旋廻して
私の胸の奥の奥で開花し
梨は枝から離れ
そして夜鶯の精が樹の間で羽搏きした