At the end of my suffering

在我的痛苦尽头

there was a door.

有一扇门。

Hear me out: that which you call death

听我说：你称之为死亡

I remember.

我记得。

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

头顶上，噪声，松枝变幻。

Then nothing. The weak sun

随即空无。微弱的太阳

flickered over the dry surface.

隐现在干涸的地面。

It is terrible to survive

生存是可怕的，

as consciousness

当知觉

buried in the dark earth.

埋葬在黑暗的土里。

Then it was over: that which you fear, being

然后终结：令你恐惧，成为

a soul and unable

一个灵魂，无法

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth

言语，仓猝结束，坚实的土地

bending a little. And what I took to be

微微倾斜。而我带走的，将化作

birds darting in low shrubs.

鸟儿跳跃在低矮的灌木丛。

You who do not remember

已记不起这些的你

passage from the other world

从另一个世界经过，

I tell you I could speak again: whatever

我告诉你我又能说话了：从遗忘中

returns from oblivion returns

返回的一切重又

to find a voice:

找到一个声音：

from the center of my life came

从我生命的中心涌出

a great fountain, deep blue

丰沛的源泉，蔚蓝的

shadows on azure seawater.

海水上深蓝的阴影。