Though the air is full of singing

虽然空气里充满了歌声

my head is loud

我的大脑却因言语的劳作

with the labor of words.

而感到喧嚣。

Though the season is rich

虽然这个季节水果

with fruit, my tongue

丰收，但我的舌头

hungers for the sweet of speech.

依然渴望着语言的甘甜。

Though the beech is golden

虽然山毛榉树是金色的

I cannot stand beside it

我不能对它保持沉默，

mute, but must say

但必须要说

"It is golden," while the leaves

“这是金色的，”当树叶

stir and fall with a sound

翻滚落下

that is not a name.

用一种无法命名的声音。

It is in the silence

我的希望与目标

that my hope is, and my aim.

皆在这份沉默当中

A song whose lines

一首歌如下所示：

I cannot make or sing

我无法发出或者唱出

sounds men's silence

那些扎根在人们沉默之中的声音。

like a root. Let me say

让我说出

and not mourn: the world

并不必哀悼：

lives in the death of speech

世界存在于言语的消亡之中

and sings there.

并在其中歌唱。