The force that through the green fuse drives the flower

这力道，穿透绿色火线催逼花朵

Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees

催逼我的青色岁月；炸开树林之根须

Is my destroyer.

乃我的毁灭者。

And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose

对一支欹曲的玫瑰，我也拙口难言

My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

这同样寒冬的热病是怎样打弯了我的青春。

这力道，催逼水穿透岩石

The force that drives the water through the rocks

催逼我朱红之血；令滔滔河口也枯涸的

Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams

将我凝为蜡石。

Turns mine to wax.

对我的脉管我也拙口难开

And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins

这同一张口怎样吸榨山间涌泉。

How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

这只手，卷动池中之水

The hand that whirls the water in the pool

冲击流沙；又绞起喷吐的风

Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind

撕扯我裹尸布似的帆。

Hauls my shroud sail.

对吊起的人我也拙口难言

And I am dumb to tell the hanging man

我的土骸是怎样做成吊刑手的石灰。

How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

在泉之源头，时间之唇如蛭；

The lips of time leech to the fountain head；

爱滴落相积，但下坠之血

Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood

当能抚平她的伤痛。

Shall calm her sores.

对一股恶天气的风我也拙口难言

And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind

时间是怎样刻度出一个环绕群星的天堂。

How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

对爱人的坟墓，我也拙口难言

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb

这同样欹曲的虫豸是怎样爬上我的床单。

How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm