在我的痛苦尽头

At the end of my suffering

有一扇门。

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.

头顶上，噪声，松枝变幻。

Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.

随即空无。微弱的太阳

Then nothing. The weak sun

隐现在干涸的地面。

flickered over the dry surface.

生存是可怕的，

It is terrible to survive

当知觉

as consciousness

埋葬在黑暗的土里。

buried in the dark earth.

然后终结：令你恐惧，成为

Then it was over: that which you fear, being

一个灵魂，无法

a soul and unable

言语，仓猝结束，坚实的土地

to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth

微微倾斜。而我带走的，将化作

bending a little. And what I took to be

鸟儿跳跃在低矮的灌木丛。

birds darting in low shrubs.

已记不起这些的你

You who do not remember

从另一个世界经过，

passage from the other world

我告诉你我又能说话了：从遗忘中

I tell you I could speak again: whatever

返回的一切重又

returns from oblivion returns

找到一个声音：

to find a voice:

从我生命的中心涌出

from the center of my life came

丰沛的源泉，蔚蓝的

a great fountain, deep blue

海水上深蓝的阴影。

shadows on azure seawater.