All those years seeking resplendence,

在追寻辉煌的那些年里，

how deceived my longing has been.

我的渴望被蒙蔽得如此之深。

Memories muscled as otters.

记忆如水獭般强健有力。

Where the center is

在那中心

always discernible, I am reminded

始终可辨之处，我被提醒

courage is billions of years earlier than we are—

勇气比我们早诞生数十亿年—

and loss is held like a rudder.

而我们如同操舵般紧握着失去的东西。

Little deer: imagine

小鹿啊：想象

there is a space

有一个空间

to forgive ourselves. Imagine

让我们原谅自己。想象

the slow intimate unknitting of Earth, the sky

大地缓慢而又亲密地解开死结，天空

in its steam and pleasure.

浸透在自己的氤氲与欢愉之中。

How will I greet you when I am back,

当我归来，该如何问候你，

the spectrum not yet diminished in me?

当我心中的光谱尚未黯淡？