Over the still world, a bird calls

寂静的世界，鸟在鸣叫

waking solitary among black boughs.

独自在黑色的粗树枝上行走

You wanted to be born; I let you be born.

你想要来临；我便让你来临。

When has my grief ever gotten

我的悲伤曾几何时

in the way of your pleasure?

妨碍了你的快乐？

Plunging ahead

在坠落之前

into the dark and light at the same time

我同时进入光与暗

eager for sensation

急于感知

as though you were some new thing, wanting

仿佛你是什么新事物

to express yourselves

想要

去表达你自己

all brilliance, all vivacity

一切的辉煌，一切的活泼

never thinking

this would cost you anything,

从未想过

never imagining the sound of my voice

这会让你失去所有

as anything but part of you—

从未想过我的嗓音

不是来自你身体的一部分——

you won't hear it in the other world,

not clearly again,

你在另一个世界里无法听见，

not in birdcall or human cry,

它模糊，并且

不是鸟叫或哭声，

not the clear sound, only

persistent echoing

不是一个具体的声音，只有

in all sound that means good-bye, good-bye—

持续的回声

所有的声音都表示再—见，再—见—

the one continuous line

that binds us to each other.

一条连续的线

它把我们彼此束缚在一起。