寂静的世界，鸟在鸣叫

Over the still world, a bird calls

独自在黑色的粗树枝上行走

waking solitary among black boughs.

你想要来临；我便让你来临。

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

我的悲伤曾几何时

When has my grief ever gotten

妨碍了你的快乐？

in the way of your pleasure?

在坠落之前

Plunging ahead

我同时进入光与暗

into the dark and light at the same time

急于感知

eager for sensation

仿佛你是什么新事物

as though you were some new thing, wanting

想要

to express yourselves

去表达你自己

all brilliance, all vivacity

一切的辉煌，一切的活泼

never thinking

从未想过

this would cost you anything,

这会让你失去所有

never imagining the sound of my voice

从未想过我的嗓音

as anything but part of you—

不是来自你身体的一部分——

you won't hear it in the other world,

你在另一个世界里无法听见，

not clearly again,

它模糊，并且

not in birdcall or human cry,

不是鸟叫或哭声，

not the clear sound, only

不是一个具体的声音，只有

persistent echoing

持续的回声

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

所有的声音都表示再—见，再—见—

the one continuous line

一条连续的线

that binds us to each other.

它把我们彼此束缚在一起。