在秋天打柿子，縮著手腳爬上樹椏，

Hands and feet grasping, we mount the limbs,

眺望雲霧裏遠處那些山，正在霧氣中

those far off peaks splendid in misty air.

磅礴。我的身軀無限壯大，蓬勃而出，

My body grows infinitely strong, vigorous.

向潮濕的寒冷伸出臂膀，正在升起，

Into the damp chill I stretch my arm, lifted up,

我無限的軀體，照耀金紅的果實。

my body infinite, shining amid golden fruit.

雨從空無中降落，清洗積年的塵土。

A light rain arrives from nowhere, rinsing the dust.

十七個人，在秋天打柿子，揮動

Seventeen of us, shaking persimmons in autumn,

鐵灰色胳膊，長臂竹竿敲響無聲的

iron-colored arms, long bamboos

節奏，果實落在我無限空曠的軀體。

beating a mute rhythm. Into my infinitely open body

falls this fruit.