林间的月亮，

古老的独木舟在等你。

你知道的，他并不害怕黑暗，

独自捕捉到很多星星。

同一顶帐篷期待你的到来，

林间的月亮。

你是否还记得云杉多么清香

当黎明布满小鸟？

在我白昼的耳朵里

是汇集而成的河流的轰鸣；

在我夜晚的鼻孔里

是挥之不去的山峦的熏香。

Moon-in-the-Trees

Moon-in-the-Trees,

The old canoe awaits you.

He is not, as you know, afraid of the dark,

And has unaided captured many stars.

The same tent expects your coming,

Moon-in-the-Trees.

You remember how the spruce smelled sweet

When the dawn was full of little birds?

In the ears of my days

Is a thunder of accomplished rivers;

In the nostrils of my nights

An incense of irrevocable mountains.