我可以把脸 When I can wedge my face

塞进那个地方 into the place

跟我的呼吸搏斗 and struggle with my breathing

当她垂下热切的手指 as she brings her eager fingers down

打开自己， to separate herself

好让我用整个嘴 to help me use my whole mouth

接触她的饥渴， against her hungriness

她最隐秘的饥渴—— her most private of hungers--

我何必还要开悟？ why should I want to be enlightened?

我是否错过了什么？ Is there something that I missed?

难道我已忘记昨天的蚊虫 Have I forgotten yesterday's mosquito

或明天饥饿的幽灵？ or tomorrow's hungry ghost?