我醒着，我在这世界上——
我不期待
更多的保证。
不期待保护，诺言。
夜空的慰藉，
几乎不动的
钟的面孔。
我孤单一人——我全部的
财富都在我身边。
我有一张床，一个房间。
我有一张床，床边
有一瓶花。
还有一盏夜灯，一本书。
我醒着；我安全。
黑暗像一面盾，许多梦
熄灭，也许
永远消失。
而白天——
那不满足的早晨，它说
我是你的未来，
这是你的货物，悲伤：
你拒收我吗？你是说
要把我送走，因为我不是
满的？用你的话说，
因为你看到
那黑影已隐约可见？
我永远不会被放逐。我是光，
是你个人的痛苦和羞辱。
你敢
把我送走，就仿佛
你正等待某种更好的东西？
没有更好的。
只有（小空间里）
那夜空，像
一种隔离，把你
和你的任务分开。
只有（轻柔的，激烈的）
星星闪亮。这儿，
在这房间，这卧室。
正说着：我勇敢，我抵抗，
我把自己置于火上。
I’m awake; I am in the world—
I expect
no further assurance.
No protection, no promise.
Solace of the night sky,
the hardly moving
face of the clock.
I’m alone—all
my riches surround me.
I have a bed, a vase
of flowers beside it.
And a nightlight, a book.
I’m awake; I am safe.
The darkness like a shield, the dreams
put off, maybe
vanished forever.
And the day—
the unsatisfying morning that says
I am your future,
here is your cargo of sorrow:
Do you reject me? Do you mean
to send me away because I am not
full, in your word,
because you see
the black shape already implicit?
I will never be banished. I am the light,
your personal anguish and humiliation.
Do you dare
send me away as though
you were waiting for something better?
There is no better.
Only (for a short space)
the night sky like
a quarantine that sets you
apart from your task.
Only (softly, fiercely)
the stars shining. Here,
in the room, the bedroom
Saying I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.
