最后的两个夏尔巴人是最强的两个

The last two sherpas were the strongest,

他们是忠诚的队友，被风剥蚀的面孔，

faithful companions, their faces wind-peeled,

一道道煤烟，一道道冰川的光。

streaked with soot and glacier-light on the snowfield

在顶峰下面的雪地

below the summit where we stopped to rest.

我们停步休息。

The first was my body, snug in its cap of lynx-

第一个是我的身体，舒服地戴着猞猁皮帽，

fur, smelling of yak butter and fine mineral dirt,

浑身酥油和细矿土的味道

agile, impetuous, broad-shouldered,

灵活，鲁莽，肩膀宽宽，

alive to the frozen bite of oxygen in the larynx.

在咬人喉咙的氧气中生龙活虎。

The second was my intellect, dour and thirsty,

第二个是我的智慧，阴郁而又饥渴，

furrowing its fox-like brow, my calculating brain

狐狸一样的额头上道道耕痕，我的精于计算的大脑，

searching for some cairn or chasm to explain

正在找寻玛尼堆或者沉坑，

my decision to send them back without me.

来解释我让他们回去，我一人独自留下的原因。

Looking down from the next, ax-cleft serac

从刀劈斧砍的冰峰往下看

I saw them turn and dwindle and felt unafraid.

我看到他们转身，远去，并未感到害怕。

Blind as a diamond, sun-pure and rarefied,

像钻石一样瞎，被太阳提纯被空气稀释，

whatever I was then, there was no turning back.

不管我当时是什么，我都已经不能回头。