At the end of my suffering

在我苦难的尽头

there was a door.

有一扇门。

Hear me out: that which you call death

请听我说：那被你称为死亡的

I remember.

我还记得

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

头顶上，喧闹，松枝晃动。

Then nothing. The weak sun

然后空无。微弱的阳光

flickered over the dry surface.

在干燥的地面上恍惚不定。

It is terrible to survive

令人恐怖：如果幸存

as consciousness

而知觉

buried in the dark earth.

埋在黑暗的泥土里。

Then it was over: that which you fear, being

然后就结束了：你所惧怕的，作为

a soul and unable

一个灵魂却不能

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth

说出的，突然就结束了，僵硬的土地

bending a little. And what I took to be

略微弯曲。那被我认作是鸟儿的

birds darting in low shrubs.

在低矮的灌木丛里疾飞。

You who do not remember

你不记得

passage from the other world

从另一个世界到来的通道

I tell you I could speak again: whatever

我告诉你我可以再说一遍：一切

returns from oblivion returns

从遗忘中返回的，都要返回

to find a voice:

去发现一个声音：

from the center of my life came

来自我生命核心的

a great fountain, deep blue

一眼伟大的泉水，深蓝

shadows on azure seawater.

投影在天蓝的海水上。