The song on the branches
Wakes me from dreams, intoxicates, permeates –
Is this a preacher coming from afar?
Everything suddenly turns sacred:
The cabin transforms into the cathedral’s dome,
Awaiting the miracle that bathes all in its light.

The organ peals forth,
Then suddenly stills.

At the end of a minor key,
The sun does not rise,
Yet my sleeves are dotted with stars.
All are as wished,
The melody tonight belongs to us,
The two free spirits
Share the hearts and thoughts upon the branches.

2 March 2024 in London

树枝上的歌声
让我别离了梦境，迷醉，熏染
这是远道而来的布道者吗？
一切变得神圣起来
小屋化为了教堂的穹顶
等待那普照沐浴一切的奇迹

管风琴铮铮一阵，
又戛然入静

在小调的尽头
太阳没有升起，
而我的衣袖上留下了繁星点点
诚如所愿
今夜的旋律归于我们
两个自由的灵魂
于枝头心心相印

2024年3月2日于伦敦