The bird whistled again, invisible, a sound meaningless and profound, inflexionless, ceasing as though cut off with the blow of a knife, and again, and that sense of water swift and peaceful above secret places, felt, not seen not heard.

鸟儿又一次吹口哨，看不见，声音毫无意义，深沉，单调，停止，仿佛被刀子一击切断，又一次，那种水流在秘密地点上方迅速而平静的感觉，感觉不到，听不见。