我切开的面包曾经是燕麦This bread I break was once the oat

This bread I break was once the oat,
This wine upon a foreign tree
Plunged in its fruit;
Man in the day or wind at night
Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.

Once in this wine the summer blood
Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine,
Once in this bread
The oat was merry in the wind;
Man broke the sun, pulled the wind down.

This flesh you break, this blood you let
Make desolation in the vein,
Were oat and grape
Born of the sensual root and sap;
My wine you drink, my bread you snap.

我切开的面包曾经是燕麦，
我饮的葡萄酒
曾经深深陷在异国他乡的果实中；
白天的人们和夜晚的风
压倒了庄稼，绽放了葡萄的快乐。

美酒中那夏天的血液
曾经撞击着缠绕葡萄藤的果肉，
面包中的燕麦曾经在风中欢笑；
人们打碎了太阳，将风扑倒。

你切碎的果肉，你呈现的血液
制造了静脉中的荒凉。
燕麦和葡萄是否诞生于肉感的根汁？
你喝掉我的酒，你切开我的面包。