Harvesting in distant fields,
Singing alone while cutting,-
Please stop. Or go quietly!
She cut and tied the wheat alone,
Sing a song of infinite sadness,
Hold your breath and listen! A deep and wide valley
It has been filled with songs and overflowed!
There was never a nightingale,
Singing such a charming song,
In the shade of the desert
Comfort tired passengers;
No cuckoo has ever welcomed spring,
The sound of crying is so shocking to the soul,
In the remote Huberley Islands.
Break the loneliness of the sea.
What does she sing? Who can tell me?
Sad notes keep flowing,
Is it to tell the misfortune in the distance?
Is it to carry the ancient war?
Maybe her songs are humble,
Just sing today's ordinary joys and sorrows,
Sing the sadness and pain of nature—
After what happened yesterday, will we meet again tomorrow?
I can't guess what this girl sings,
Her songs are like endless running water;
I saw her singing and working,
Bend over and wave the sickle, and work endlessly ...
I listened attentively to her singing,
Then, when I climbed up the mountain,
Although the song is no longer audible,
It still haunts my mind. Look at her, alone in the field,
That lonely highland girl!
Harvesting and singing alone;
Let's stop here and pass it gently!
She cut and bound the grain by herself.
Singing a melancholy tune;
Oh, listen! Because the valley is deep
Full of sound.
No nightingale has ever challenged
More welcome instructions for the tired band
Travelers hang out in some dark places,
In the Arabian desert;
Never heard such an exciting voice.
In spring, from the cuckoo
Break the silence of the ocean
In the farthest hebrides.
Nobody told me what she sang?
Maybe sad numbers are flowing.
For old, unhappy, distant things,
And the battle long ago:
Or some more obscure amateurs.
Familiar things today?
Some natural sadness, loss or pain,
This has happened before, and it may happen again.
What is the theme, the girl sings.
As if her song had no ending;
I saw her singing at work,
Over the crooked sickle;
I listened, motionless, motionless;
When I climbed up the mountain,
Music in