I'm sorry I cannot say I love you when you say

对不起，我不能说“我爱”

you love me. The words, like moist fingers,

当你说“我爱你”。那些词，就像潮湿的手指出现在我面前，

appear before me full of promise but then run away

充满承诺，但又转瞬即逝。

to a narrow black room that is always dark,

它跑进一个小黑屋，小黑屋永远是黑的，静的，

where they are silent, elegant, like antique gold,

优雅如古老的金子，吞噬着我感觉到的东西。

devouring the thing I feel. I want the force

我希望吸引的力量压倒排斥的力量，

of attraction to crush the force of repulsion

希望我的内部世界和外部世界将彼此穿刺，

and my inner and outer worlds to pierce

就像一匹马被骑师施以皮鞭。

one another, like a horse whipped by a man.

我不希望词句将我和现实割裂。

I don't want words to sever me from reality.

我不希望我需要它们。我不想要

I don't want to need them. I want nothing

揭示感觉，我只想感觉——像在自由中，

to reveal feeling but feeling—as in freedom,

或者在越超的王国，在关于和平的智慧中，

or the knowledge of peace in a realm beyond,

在流水注入空碗的

or the sound of water poured in a bowl.

声音中。