我从心灵的洞穴中出来，

I emerge from the mind’s

进入外面更糟糕的黑暗，

cave into the worse darkness

那里万物经过，

outside, where things pass and

而主却不在它们中间。

the Lord is in none of them.

我听见那平静、细小的声音

I have heard the still, small voice

那是细菌们

and it was that of the bacteria

正在摧毁我的宇宙。我

demolishing my cosmos. I

已经逗留得太久了在

have lingered too long on

这门槛上，但我又能去哪里呢？

this threshold, but where can I go?

回头就等于失丧灵魂

To look back is to lose the soul

我正被它引领着向上靠近

I was leading upward towards

那光。向前看？啊，

the light. To look forward? Ah,

需要怎样的平衡在

what balance is needed at

这样一个深渊的边缘。

the edges of such an abyss.

我独自一人在

I am alone on the surface

一个旋转的星球表面。我还能

of a turning planet. What

做什么呢，除了像米开朗基罗的

to do but, like Michelangelo’s

亚当那样，将我的手

Adam, put my hand

伸向未知的空间，

out into unknown space,

盼望着那回应的碰触？

hoping for the reciprocating touch?