许多事物，被我诗意的声音吟唱，
或许，都将感到骄傲：
那就是，无词的，周围的呼啸声，
或地下受侵蚀的石头，
或迫使其穿过烟雾的圈圈。
我要考虑
火，风和水，就那么些..
那就是为什么我的梦，正如我发现的，
突然会这样无限地铺展，
引领我跟在晨星之后。
Many items, maybe, will be proud
To be sung by my poetic voice:
That is, wordless, roaring around,
Or eroding stones underground,
Or forcing its way through smoke’s coils.
And I want to take into account
Fire, wind and water, so far…
That is why my dreams, as I have found,
Suddenly would spread such extent out,
And lead me after the morning star.
