在我的痛苦之端

At the end of my suffering

有门一扇。 

there was a door.

听我说：你称之为死亡

Hear me out: that which you call death

我记得。 

I remember.

头顶，噪声，松枝变幻。

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

然后皆无。微弱的太阳

Then nothing. The weak sun

闪烁在干枯的地面。 

flickered over the dry surface.

生存可怕

It is terrible to survive

因知觉

as consciousness

被葬于地下黑暗。 

buried in the dark earth.

后来结束：令你恐惧，存在

Then it was over: that which you fear, being

为灵魂而不

a soul and unable

能言，突然终结，坚硬的大地

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth

略弯。可我感觉是鸟儿

bending a little. And what I took to be

疾飞在低矮的灌木林间。 

birds darting in low shrubs.

是你不记得了

You who do not remember

迁移自另一个世界

passage from the other world

我告诉你我能够再说一遍：不论什么

I tell you I could speak again: whatever

从忘却回归都返回

returns from oblivion returns

去寻找一个声音： 

to find a voice:

来自我生命的中心

from the center of my life came

一个巨大的源泉，在蔚蓝的

a great fountain, deep blue

海水上幽影深蓝。

shadows on azure seawater.