At the end of my suffering

在我痛苦的终点

there was a door.

开了一扇门

Hear me out: that which you call death

让我说完：你称为死亡的东西

I remember.

我记得

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

头顶上，噪音和松枝在弋动

Then nothing. The weak sun

尔后一片空无。虚弱的太阳

flickered over the dry surface.

在干燥的地面上闪烁

It is terrible to survive

生存是可怕的

as consciousness

当知觉

buried in the dark earth.

被埋葬在昏暗的尘世里

Then it was over: that which you fear, being

接着：那让灵魂不可言状

a soul and unable

的恐惧，突然终结，坚硬的大地

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth

微微弯曲。而我以为那是

bending a little. And what I took to be

群鸟飞荡，在低矮的灌木丛里

birds darting in low shrubs.

你忘却了

You who do not remember

在另一个世界的历程

passage from the other world

听我再说一遍：无论

I tell you I could speak again: whatever

从忘却中回馈什么，都会

returns from oblivion returns

去找回一个声音：

to find a voice:

从我生命的中心，升起

from the center of my life came

一眼巨泉，它深蓝色的影子

a great fountain, deep blue

在天蓝的海水上面

shadows on azure seawater.