我習慣於在夜裏生活，我只能抓住感覺的懷裏

I get used to living by night,

生長出來的睡眠的物質。

grasping only what sleeps,

我不斷將目光由悲傷處轉向自己，

what grows from the breasts of feeling.

我發現我身體的左側明亮，右側陰暗。

My gaze shifts from sadness to my own body,

那痛覺在中間等著——

finding light on the left side,

但願那隱退的激情在出生之前被夜吸乾。

darkness on the right.

Pain lies between.

Whatever passion’s left

I hope night will suck dry

before it can be born.