I rode to meet you: dreams

我骑马与你相会：梦

like living beings swarmed around me

像生命之物在我四周聚集

and the moon on my right side

而月亮在我右边

followed me, burning.

跟着我，燃烧。

I rode back: everything changed.

我骑马回来：一切都已改变。

My soul in love was sad

我恋爱的灵魂悲伤不已

and the moon on my left side

而月亮在我左边

trailed me without hope.

无望地跟着我。

To such endless impressions

我们诗人放任自己

we poets give ourselves absolutely,

沉迷于这些无休止的印象，

making, in silence, omen of mere event,

在沉默中，虚构着只是事件的预兆，

until the world reflects the deepest needs of the soul.

直到世界反映了灵魂最深层的需要。