生まれたとき
ぼくに名前はなかった
水の一分子のように
だがすぐに母音が口移しされ
子音が耳をくすぐり
ぼくは呼ばれ
世界から引き離された
 
大気を震わせ
粘土板に刻まれ
竹に彫りつけられ
砂に記され
言葉は玉葱の皮
むいてもむいても
世界は見つからない
 
言葉をなくして
そよぐ木々になりたかった
十万年前の雲になりたかった
鯨の歌になりたかった
今ぼくは無名に帰る
目と耳と口を泥にふさがれ
指をもう星に預けて

When I was born
I was nameless
like a water molecule
But right away I was fed vowels mouth-to-mouth
consonants tickled my ears
I was called and
pulled away from the cosmos
 
Oscillating the atmosphere
carved onto clay tablets
inscribed on bamboo
recorded on sand
words are onion skins
If I keep on peeling
I will not find the cosmos
 
I would have loved to lose words
to be a tree singing in the wind
I would have loved to be a cloud from a hundred thousand years ago
I would have loved to be a whale’s song
Now I go back to being nameless
with dirt over my eyes, my ears and my mouth
with stars leading me by the fingers