我所知的铁杉，只爱

于雪线边缘挺立，

带着他禁欲的气息，

满足于不可缺的敬意。

就像北境的居民，

白发稀疏，苍老、坚毅，

连沙漠也太过适意，

只属于最荒凉之地。

在寒冷中勃发本性，

一任北风嘶咬，

仿佛天赐的甘霖，

又如最冽的葡萄酒。

那些肌肤如缎子的人群，

不会懂得他的价值，

他只荫蔽最狂野的玩耍，

只陪伴大冰河的孩子。

I think the Hemlock likes to stand

Upon a Marge of Snow – 

It suits his own Austerity – 

And satisfies an awe

That men, must slake in Wilderness – 

And in the Desert - cloy – 

An instinct for the Hoar, the Bald – 

Lapland's - necessity – 

The Hemlock's nature thrives - on cold – 

The Gnash of Northern winds

Is sweetest nutriment - to him – 

His best Norwegian Wines - 

To satin Races - he is nought – 

But Children on the Don

Beneath his Tabernacles, play

And Dnieper Wrestlers, run

BGM: Gymnopedie No 1.