The garden gate is opened

花园的门推开了easily as a turned page

and once inside, our gazes 一旦踏进，我们的眼光

have no need to fix on objects 不需触摸

that already exist completely in memory.

 早已深埋在记忆中的一切。

and that dialectic of allusions 以及那暗示的辩证

被任何聚散编织。any gathering of humans weaves.

I need not speak 我不必言语，

nor claim false privileges; 亦不比申请虚假的优待；
环绕我的一切认识我，

those who surround me here know me well,
清楚我的苦恼，我的癖好。

know well my afflictions and my weakness.

那就是，或许只有天赋的

what will perhaps be given us by Heaven

 不是崇拜，或者战胜，not veneration or victories,

but simply to be accepted as
而是被无可否认的现实接受

为平凡的一部份,part of an undeniable Reality, 

like stones and trees.

像石头，像树。