Orange blossoms blowing over Castile

橙花在卡斯提尔的上空飞旋

children begging for coins

儿童在乞求着银币

I met my love under an orange tree

在橙树下，我曾遇见我的爱人

or was it an acacia tree

或许那是一株刺槐树

or was he not my love?

或许他并不是我的爱人？

I read this, then I dreamed this:

我曾向它阅读，后做起了一阵痴梦：

can waking take back what happened to me?

醒来就能够挽回那些曾经发生过的事吗？

Bells of San Miguel

圣米格尔的钟声

ringing in the distance

仍在远处回响

his hair in the shadows blond-white

他的头发在阴影中金色偏白

I dreamed this,

我曾梦见它

does that mean it didn't happen?

难道就意味着它未曾发生过吗？

Does it have to happen in the world to be real?

难道存在这世上的，就一定是真实的吗？

I dreamed everything, the story

我曾梦见一切，这个故事

became my story:

成为了我的故事

he lay beside me,

那是他轻躺在我身边

my hand grazed the skin of his shoulder

我的手掌抚摸着他肩膀上的肌肤

Mid-day, then early evening:

中午，然后是傍晚

in the distance, the sound of a train

远方，之后是雨声

But it was not the world:

但这并非是这个世界

in the world, a thing happens finally, absolutely,

在这个世界上，一件事最终地，绝对地发生

the mind cannot reverse it.

即使意志也无法使它扭转

Castile: nuns walking in pairs through the dark garden.

卡斯提尔：修女成双走过黑暗的园圃

Outside the walls of the Holy Angels

圣天使教堂的围墙外

children begging for coins

孩子们仍在乞求银币

When I woke I was crying,

当我醒来时，我只能哭泣，

has that no reality?

这难道就不是一种真实吗？

I met my love under an orange tree:

在橙树下，我曾遇见我的爱人

I have forgotten

我所遗忘的

only the facts, not the inference—

只是一些事实，而不是推论

there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins

在某处，有孩子在哭喊，祈求着银币

I dreamed everything, I gave myself

我曾梦见一切，我完全地

completely and for all time

永远地交出自己

And the train returned us

直到那列火车将我们载回

first to Madrid

第一站是马德里

then to the Basque country

再到巴斯克乡村