誰從我童年的窗口經過
在玻璃窗上哈氣？
誰在我童年沒有星光的夜晚
從窗口走過？
他用手指，用溫柔的手指
在水汽蒙蒙的玻璃上
劃一個符號，
然後離開，
永恒地
把我遺棄在世上
我該怎樣破譯這符號
一個他的呼吸留下的信號
它停留了一會，沒等我理解便悄然消失
永恒的永恒啊，來不及破譯這一符號
我早晨醒來時，玻璃窗十分淨潔
我依舊看到昨天的世界
它使我感到陌生
我站在窗前，心裏孤獨和不安
是誰經過了我的窗口
在黑沉沉的童年之夜
永恒地
把我遺棄在世上
Who passed by the window of my childhood
Who walked past the window of my childhood and breathed on it？
Who walked past in the deep night of my childhood that still was starless？
With his finger he made a sign on the pane，
On the moist pane with the ball of his finger，
And then passed on to think of other things，
Eternally
Leaving me deserted in the world
How do I decipher this symbol
A symbol left by his breath
It stays for a moment，quietly disappeared before I could understand
Eternally，ah，I have no time to decipher the symbols
When I wake up in the morning，the window was clean
What I see is the world of yesterday，
But still it makes me feel strange
I'm standing at the window，and my heart is so lonely and disturbed
Who passed by the window
In the dark night of my childhood Eternally
Leaving me deserted in the world
By Par Lagerkvist