我不值得赞扬，更准确地说，
就是萨福也无关紧要，
我知道另外的原因，
但参不透
让某人通过奔跑自救，
其他人--通过他们“祝福”的点头。
这些诗都隐藏在文本下面，
那看上去像个无底洞。
这个黑洞喊叫着，使人衰弱，
你不会找到其岁月的地面，
因为岁月不能发声
死一般的沉寂展现在你面前。
I do not deserve this praise, rather,
And Sappho doesn’t matter in that,
I know the reason another,
But nothing of it can be read.
Let somebody save self by running,
And others – by nods from their ‘bliss’.
These poems were all underlying
With text, that’s like look in abyss.
And this abyss calls and pulls down,
For ages you’ll not find its floor,
For ages will not fail to sound
Dead silence that lays you before.
