我是这个世界的土著，

I am a native in this world

像一个土著那样在其中思考，

And think in it as a native thinks,

老天，不是思考着我称之为我自己思想的

Gesu, not native of a mind

精神的土著，

Thinking the thoughts I call my own.

而是土著，一个世界的土著，

Native, a native in the world

而就像一个土著在其中思考。

And like a native think in it.

它不可能是一种精神，一种波浪，

It could not be a mind, the wave

水草在其中流动，

In which the watery grasses flow

却被固定为一帧照片，

And yet are fixed as a photograph.

一种风，死去的叶子在其中飘零。

The wind in which the dead leaves blow.

我在这里吸入更深沉的力量，

Here I inhale profounder strength

如我所是，所说，所行走，

And as I am, I speak and move

事物如我所想

And things are as I think they are

即是说它们在蓝色吉他上。

And say they are on the blue guitar.