我常在清晨閱讀探入人心的文本

I often read, early mornings, words to sound one’s heart,

因為有一整天的慾望等著我

for the whole day’s desires await me,

它們張大口，站在睡眼惺忪的我面前

mouths wide open, posed before my bleary face

一邊把我還在留戀著的夢境像舊睡衣一樣褪去

while I peel my dreams off reluctantly as an old nightgown. 

剝去，哦那江流中的鮮百合

O in that river stream fresh lilies.

我在心之淵潭，刺入一根根輝煌的探針

Into the heart’s deep pool I plunge the bright needles, one after another

通天入地，我攀援它們度過水內水外遊戲著的日影

joining heaven and earth. I cling to them, 

光影窸窣，我纏嬉它於水與空氣的觸面

drawing sun and shadow into the water and out,

滑膩。水泡。眩光。我向上和向下望去

the dappled light rustling, braiding liquid with air.

都是重重世界的深潭。一晃，又心清得只剩下影子

Creamy bubbles. Giddy light. Everywhere I look

而夜晚，睡前，我通常在床上閱讀遊記

deep wells of a layered world. A flash, 

帶著對這個世界的極度渴望，帶著與它脫離的痛苦

and again my heart clears to mere shadows.

欣然入夢，在它的蕊間無限沉落

In bed each night, I read travel books,

度過許多個許多個傷口，我的雪橇犬在一粒冰裏

bearing my deep thirst for this world, bearing the pang of leaving it,

我的冰在氣喘吁吁的銀河間

slipping agreeably asleep, tumbling forever through its pistils,

passing countless wounds. A frost grain’s my sled dog,

a wheezing galaxy my ice.