I discovered the valley of the shifting whispering sands 我发现了换挡窃窃私语砂谷

While prospecting for gold in one of our western states. 而在我们的西方国家之一，勘探黄金。

I saw the silent windmills, the crumbling water tanks 我看见无声的风车，摇摇欲坠的水箱

The bones of cattle and burrows, picked clean by buzzards 牛和洞穴的骸骨，被秃鹰挑干净

Bleached by the desert sun. 被沙漠太阳漂白。

   

I stumbled over a crumbling buckboard nearly covered by the sands 我偶然在一个摇摇欲坠的buckboard几乎涵盖砂

And stopping to rest I heard a tinkling whispering sound 而停下来休息，我听到叮叮当当的声音耳语

And suddenly realised that even though 突然意识到，即使

The wind was quiet the sand did not lie still. 风很安静沙没骗不动。

   

I seemed to be surrounded by a mystery so heavy 我似乎被一个谜如此沉重包围

And oppressive I could scarcely breath 和压迫，我几乎无法呼吸

For days and weeks I wandered aimlessly in this valley 一连几天，几个星期我在山谷中漫无目的的游荡

Seeking answers to the many questions 寻求答案的很多问题

That raced through my fevered mind. 这通过比赛我发烧的头脑。

   

Where was everyone why the white bones, the dry wells 哪里是大家为什么白色的骨头，干井

The barren valley where people must have lived and died 荒芜的山谷里的人一定是生活和死亡

Finally I could go no farther my food and water gone 最后，我可以不再往前走了我的食物和水了

I sat down and buried my face in my hands and resting thus 我坐下来，埋葬了我的脸在我的手里，因此休息

I learnt the secret of the shifting whispering sands. 我学会了转移窃窃私语砂的秘密。

   

How I escaped from the valley I do not know 我该如何从山谷逃出我不知道

But now to pay my final debt for being spared 但现在付出我的最终债务幸免于难

I must tell you what I learned out there on the desert 我必须告诉你，我学会了在那里的沙漠

So many years ago. 因此，许多年前。

   

(When the day is oddly quiet （那天是奇怪的安静

And the breeze seems not to blow 微风似乎不吹

One would think the sand was resting 人们会认为沙被搁

But you'll find this is not so. 但你会发现事实并非如此。

   

It is whisp'ring softly whisp'ring 据whispring轻声whispring

As it slowly moves along 因为它慢慢地一起移动

And for those who stop and listen 而对于那些谁停下来听

It will sing this mournful song. 它会唱这哀歌。

   

Of sidewinders and the horntoads 响尾蛇和horntoads的

Of the Thorny Chaparral 这个棘手的查帕拉尔

In the sunny days and moonlight nights 在阳光明媚的日子和月光的夜晚

The coyote's lonely yell. 土狼的孤独呼喊。

   

How the stars seem you could touch them 如何在星星似乎可以触摸它们

As you lay and gaze on high 当你躺在那儿盯着高

At the Heavens where we're hoping 在天堂的地方我们希望

We'll be going when we die.).. 当我们死了，我们会去。 ） ..