OK , my take:

It rained.
The hour is an immense eye.
Inside it, we come and go like reflections.
The river of music
enters my blood.
If I say body, it answers wind.
If I say earth, it answers where?
The world, a double blossom, opens:
sadness of having come,
joy of being here.
I wander, lost in my own center.

 

雨後

時光是一隻無邊無際的眼

裡面，我們影子般來來往往

音樂之河

流進我的血液

我说是身體，它回答：是風

我說土地，它回答：哪兒？

 

世界，綻放了两次:

來的悲傷

在的喜悦

 

我走着，消失在自己的中央