Orange blossoms blowing over Castile

橙子花在卡斯提尔上空随风起舞

children begging for coins

孩子们在乞讨硬币

I met my love under an orange tree

我曾经遇到我爱的人，在橙子树下

or was it an acacia tree

难道那是金合欢树

or was he not my love?

难道他不是我爱的人？

I read this, then I dreamed this:

我曾经读着这些，也曾经梦见这些：

can waking take back what happened to me?

现在醒着，就能唤回曾发生在我身上的事吗？

Bells of San Miguel

圣米格尔的钟声

ringing in the distance

在远方回响

his hair in the shadows blond-white

他的头发在暗影中金黄略白

I dreamed this,

我曾经梦见这些，

does that mean it didn't happen?

这就意味着它不曾发生过吗？

Does it have to happen in the world to be real?

必须在这世界上发生过，才成为真实吗？

I dreamed everything, the story

我曾经梦见一切，这个故事

became my story:

就成了我的故事：

he lay beside me,

那时他躺在我身边，

my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder

我的手轻触他肩膀的肌肤

Mid-day, then early evening:

中午，然后是傍晚：

in the distance, the sound of a train

远方，火车的声音

But it was not the world:

但这些并非就是这个世界：

in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,

在这个世界上，一件事最终地、绝对地发生，

the mind cannot reverse it.

心灵也不能将它扭转。

Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.

卡斯提尔：修女们两个两个地走过黑暗的花园。

Outside the walls of the Holy Angels

在圣洁天使的围墙外面

children begging for coins

孩子们在乞讨硬币。

When I woke I was crying,

如果我醒来，还在哭泣，

has that no reality?

难道这就没有真实性？

I met my love under an orange tree:

我曾经遇到我爱的人，在橙子树下：

I have forgotten

我所忘记的

only the facts, not the inference—

只是这些事实，而不是那个推论——

there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins

在某个地方，有孩子们在叫喊，乞讨硬币

I dreamed everything, I gave myself

我曾梦见一切，我曾恣意沉迷

completely and for all time

完全地，永远地

And the train returned us

而那列火车曾把我们带回

first to Madrid

先到马德里

then to the Basque country

再到巴斯克乡村