There was once a widow
Ever was she garbed in black;
Hard-worn and ridden with holes
She chanced upon a lover one bright day
But he was a man averse to the confines of walls,
And the seeming constraints of roofs
And she was not one to let slip a rare chance
So,she shrouded the sky with her garb
And it became night,moonlit and starry.
夜空
曾有一位寡妇
她总是穿着黑色外衣
这衣服已经穿得如浆纸般坚硬，布满破洞
在一个晴朗的日子里，她偶遇一位情夫
这个男人素来厌恶围墙的禁锢
和屋顶那形同虚设一般的约束
而她也从不任由难得的机会溜走
因此，她用自己的衣服遮蔽了天空
于是这衣服就变成了夜、月与繁星
