Agony can’t crush agony’s odds, nor life

痛苦不會摧毀痛苦的可能性，生命

dissolve its art of illusion. For a lifetime,

不會消失自我的幻覺術。在一生的

shellfish lurking between rocks are hidden music,

時間裏，穿越過岩石縫隙裏的貝類

a grand orchestra playing from the clefts

是潛藏的隱微的音樂，那是宏大的

as humans march toward a future. How light seeps

樂隊在奏響，人們正從縫隙裏行軍

from the lowest places, the rankest odors

去往偉大的未來。是的，光明將從

signs of troubled times. I perch on a trash heap

最卑微處散發，所有最惡劣的氣味

chanting the marriage of plastic

是大戰亂的徵兆。我坐在垃圾堆上

and fire. This will echo until one soul ascends

唱歌，唱一支關於塑膠和火結婚的

from the depths of earth.

歌。這支歌將唱響至地底的孤獨者

Only then will fig trees bloom,

升起。他升起時，無花果樹將開花，

and shells reveal their looping paths,

貝殼將給出回環的路徑，一切再次

as all of it repeats

降臨，並反復以至於無窮。是這樣；

to infinity. It’s like this,

他說：痛苦不會摧毀痛苦的可能性。

he said, agony can’t crush agony’s odds.