Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond 带我去旅行，欣然超越

any experience, your eyes have their silence: 任何经验，你的眼睛有种沉默：

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, 在你最脆弱的姿势有些事是包围了我，

or which I cannot touch because they are too near 或者，我可以不碰，因为他们太靠近

   

your slightest look easily will unclose me 你丝毫看也很容易打开我

though I have closed myself as fingers, 虽然我已经关闭了自己的手指，

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens 打开一瓣儿一瓣儿，就象春天打开

(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose （触摸巧妙，神秘地）第一朵玫瑰

   

or if your wish be to close me, I and 或者，如果你的愿望是把我关，我和

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, 我的生命会闭上，优美，突然，

as when the heart of this flower imagines 因为当这种花的心脏想象

the snow carefully everywhere descending; 雪处处小心降;

   

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals 没事，我们都察觉到在这个世界上等于

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture 你强烈的脆弱的力量：它的质地

compels me with the colour of its countries, 迫使我与它的国家的颜色，

rendering death and forever with each breathing 死亡，永远地，随着每次呼吸

   

(I do not know what it is about you that closes （我不知道它是什么，你认为关闭

and opens; only something in me understands 并打开;只有东西我明白

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) 你眼睛的声音深于任何玫瑰）

nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands 没有人，甚至没有雨，有这样的小手