When the sage cameback in.

当那圣贤从沙漠。 

From the desert.

回来。 

He propped thedisciples up again like sparrows.

他重扶植起门徒象麻雀。 

On a clothesline.

站在晒衣绳上。 

Some had falleninto despair this puzzled him.

有人已陷绝望令他困惑。 

In the desert.

在沙漠中。 

Where he baked hisheart.

他烘烤着他的心。 

Were no shadows noup and down to remind him.

没有阴影没有上下提醒他。 

How they dependedon him a boy died.

他们对他是何等依赖一个男孩死在。 

In his arms.

他的怀抱中。 

It is veryexpensive he thought.

他想这回来的代价。 

To come back.

太大了。 

He began toconform.

他开始适从。 

To the cuttingaway ways.

这世界切离。 

Of this world afire was roaring up.

的方式一股火怒号升腾。 

Inside him hisbones by now liquid and he saw.

在他体内他的骨头现为液体而他看到了。 

Ahead of him.

他的未来。 

Waiting nothingelse.

在等待没有别的。 

Waiting itself.

只是等待。