在我苦难的尽头

At the end of my suffering

有一扇门。

there was a door.

请听我说：那被你称为死亡的

Hear me out: that which you call death

我还记得

I remember.

头顶上，喧闹，松枝晃动。

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

然后空无。微弱的阳光

Then nothing. The weak sun

在干燥的地面上恍惚不定。

flickered over the dry surface.

令人恐怖：如果幸存

It is terrible to survive

而知觉

as consciousness

埋在黑暗的泥土里。

buried in the dark earth.

然后就结束了：你所惧怕的，作为

Then it was over: that which you fear, being

一个灵魂却不能

a soul and unable

说出的，突然就结束了，僵硬的土地

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth

略微弯曲。那被我认作是鸟儿的

bending a little. And what I took to be

在低矮的灌木丛里疾飞。

birds darting in low shrubs.

你不记得

You who do not remember

从另一个世界到来的通道

passage from the other world

我告诉你我可以再说一遍：一切

I tell you I could speak again: whatever

从遗忘中返回的，都要返回

returns from oblivion returns

去发现一个声音：

to find a voice:

来自我生命核心的

from the center of my life came

一眼伟大的泉水，深蓝

a great fountain, deep blue

投影在天蓝的海水上。

shadows on azure seawater.