虽然空气里充满了歌声

Though the air is full of singing

我的大脑却因言语的劳作

my head is loud

而感到喧嚣。

with the labor of words.

虽然这个季节水果

Though the season is rich

丰收，但我的舌头

with fruit, my tongue

依然渴望着语言的甘甜。

hungers for the sweet of speech.

虽然山毛榉树是金色的

Though the beech is golden

我不能对它保持沉默，

I cannot stand beside it

但必须要说

mute, but must say

“这是金色的，”当树叶

"It is golden," while the leaves

翻滚落下

stir and fall with a sound

用一种无法命名的声音。

that is not a name.

我的希望与目标

It is in the silence

皆在这份沉默当中

that my hope is, and my aim.

一首歌如下所示：

A song whose lines

我无法发出或者唱出

I cannot make or sing

那些扎根在人们沉默之中的声音。

sounds men's silence

让我说出

like a root. Let me say

并不必哀悼：

and not mourn: the world

世界存在于言语的消亡之中

lives in the death of speech

并在其中歌唱。

and sings there.