立哥，苗哥，和其他哥姐們，無意看你們寫的文章，不妨也來湊熱鬧。
談詩韻，俺不懂，談打油，略小一二。
俺覺得這首詩很美，有點淒清，傷懷，更多的浪漫，畫麵感很強，所以根據俺腦裏的畫麵，俺的譯作如下。押韻的事，就放過我。我這能是路過打油——打打醬油：
Ornithology in a World of Flux.
It was only a bird call at evening, unidentified,
As I came from the spring with water, across the rocky back-pasture;
But so still I stood sky above was not stiller than sky in pail-water.
Years pass, all places and faces fade, some people have died,
And I stand in a far land, the evening still, and am at last sure
That I miss more that stillness at bird-call than some things
that were to fail later.
那是一聲夜晚鳥鳴，無從辯清
我來自甘泉，帶著我的春水，
穿過亂石的屋後草莽
我定定地站立，水靜天卻不靜
經年過去，事逝人非，故人離去
而我在遠方，
孤立寂靜夜晚，終於知曉
我思鳥鳴空靜，
更甚流逝凡塵
最後一個字，總覺不押，找不到合適的詞代替，就先這麽上了。
歡迎指正
