The world washed in his imagination.

世界在他的想象中被清洗，

The world was a shore, whether sound or form

世界是一道岸，无论声音，形式

Or light, the relic of farewells.

或者光，都是告别的遗迹，

Rock, of valedictory echoings,

岩石，是告别的回声的遗迹，

To which his imagination returned,

他的想象回到那里，

From which it sped, a bar in space.

它从那里加速，空间中的一道障碍，

Sand heaped in the clouds, giant that fought

堆积在云端的沙，与蓄意谋杀的字母表

Against the murderous alphabet:

抗争的巨人：

The swarm of thoughts, the swarm of dreams

成群的思想，成群的

Of inaccessible Utopia.

不可企及的乌托邦之梦。

A mountainous music always seemed

一种山间音乐仿佛总在

To be falling and to be passing away.

坠落，行将消逝。