At the end of my suffering
在我苦难的尽头
there was a door.
有一扇门。
Hear me out: that which you call death
听我说完：那被你称为死亡的
I remember.
我还记得。
Overhead, noises, branches of the pine shifting.
头顶上，喧闹，松树的枝杈晃动不定。
Then nothing. The weak sun
然后空无。微弱的阳光
flickered over the dry surface.
在干燥的地面上摇曳。
It is terrible to survive
当知觉
as consciousness
埋在黑暗的泥土里，
buried in the dark earth.
幸存也令人恐怖。
Then it was over: that which you fear, being
那时突然结束了：你所惧怕的，作为
a soul and unable
一个灵魂却不能
to speak, ending abruptly, the stiff earth
讲话，突然结束了，僵硬的土地
bending a little. And what I took to be
略微弯曲。那被我认作是鸟儿的，
birds darting in low shrubs.
冲入矮灌木丛。
You who do not remember
你，如今不记得
passage from the other world
从另一个世界到来的跋涉，
I tell you I could speak again: whatever
我告诉你我又能讲话了：一切
returns from oblivion returns
从遗忘中返回的，返回
to find a voice:
去发现一个声音：
from the center of my life came
从我生命的核心，涌起
a great fountain, deep blue
巨大的喷泉，湛蓝色
shadows on azure seawater.
投影在蔚蓝的海水上。

注：柳向阳/译