这力道，穿透绿色火线催逼花朵

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

催逼我的青色岁月；炸开树林之根须

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

乃我的毁灭者。

Is my destroyer.

对一支欹曲的玫瑰，我也拙口难言

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

这同样寒冬的热病是怎样打弯了我的青春。

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

这力道，催逼水穿透岩石

催逼我朱红之血；令滔滔河口也枯涸的

The force that drives the water through the rocks

将我凝为蜡石。

Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams

对我的脉管我也拙口难开

Turns mine to wax.

这同一张口怎样吸榨山间涌泉。

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

这只手，卷动池中之水

冲击流沙；又绞起喷吐的风

The hand that whirls the water in the pool

撕扯我裹尸布似的帆。

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

对吊起的人我也拙口难言

Hauls my shroud sail.

我的土骸是怎样做成吊刑手的石灰。

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

在泉之源头，时间之唇如蛭；

爱滴落相积，但下坠之血

The lips of time leech to the fountain head；

当能抚平她的伤痛。

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

对一股恶天气的风我也拙口难言

Shall calm her sores.

时间是怎样刻度出一个环绕群星的天堂。

And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

对爱人的坟墓，我也拙口难言

这同样欹曲的虫豸是怎样爬上我的床单。

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm