總有一天，我將放下筆

Someday, when I set down my pen,

開始緩慢的散步。你能想像

moving slowly, you may picture

我平靜的腳步略帶悲傷。那時

my calm steps weighed with grief.

我已對我享用的一切付了賬

That moment, no longer perplexed,

不再惶然。我不是一個逃難者

I’ll have paid for all my pleasures. Neither refugee

也沒有可以提起的榮耀

nor named for any glory,

我只是讓一切圖景到來：

I simply let things come:

一棵杉樹，和一棵

that fir tree, this bo tree.

菩提樹。我默默記下

In silence I mark

偉大心靈的廣漠。無名生命的

empty stretches of the vast soul,

倦怠。死去的願望的靜謐。

exhaustions of the numberless unnamed.

Serenities of murdered hopes.

而我的夜幕將帶著我的新生

啟程。我依然笨拙，不識春風：

Yet the veils of my nights unfurl

深邃只是一口古井。溫暖

new life. Though my clumsiness

是路上匆匆行人的心

can’t sense spring wind,

一切都將改變，將消失

sublimity’s the mouth

沒有一個可供回憶的湖畔。甚至

of an ancient well. Warm

我最愛的曲子也不能把我唱盡

beat the hearts of quick passersby.

我不知道該朝左還是朝右。我千百次

Everything shifts, disappearing,

將自己喚起，仰向千百次眺望過的

no lakeshore of memories.

天空。而它終於等來晦暗——這

Not even my favorite melody

最真實的光，把我望進去

can sing me through. Face left

這難卸的絕望之美，讓我獨自出神。

or right? A hundred wakings

to the far off sky,

a hundred stares.

When dusk finally welcomes darkness,

its truest light, this look takes me in,

a despair exquisite,

impossible to leave. Alone

in this trance, let me be.