The Battlefield 战场

The Battlefield

They dropped like flakes¹, they dropped like stars,
Like petals² from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.

战场

他们雪片般落下，他们流星般落下，
象一朵玫瑰花的花瓣纷纷落下，
当风的手指忽然间
穿划过六月初夏。

在眼睛不能发现的地方，--
他们凋零于不透缝隙的草丛；
但上帝摊开他无赦的名单
依然能传唤每一副面孔。