此處，並無此處；

If here is not here;

然無此處又有何處？

then where?

人們四處奔忙，像

People clutch at food, clothing,

為衣食，又為父母。

fathers, mothers.

父母是生養的人，

Parents bear us, raise us,

死後仍不忘記的人。

are remembered after death.

衣食是虛幻的過往，

But clothes and food are ephemeral,

每個人只有一件衣裳，

each of us with only one garment

留待死去那日上身。

worn the day we die.

如此漂亮，如此

How shapely—our lives

才能是人生，既然

true from birth—

我們生來只懂得吃喝，

we know the eating, the drinking,

又如何能懂得死亡。

yet how can we grasp death,

死亡是最大的政治，

the ultimate politics?

自信必死的人有福。

Those who believe in their death are blessed.

時間分分過去，我們

Moment by moment, time flees

互相依偎，好像氣候般

while we lean upon each other, warmed

溫暖。洪水來臨時，

by pleasant weather. When the flood comes

我們互相依偎著溫暖

we’ll cling as if on a chill spring morning,

如每個春日的清晨，

each other’s heavenly cotton quilt,

暖棉被是神的賜予，

fated to be one.

不能拒絕，無法躲避。

Happiness may be a crime, but if so,

幸福是罪惡，但此罪

it’s perfect.

就是完美，此罪完美。