I Hear that the Axe has Flowered Paul Celan I hear that the axe has flowered, I hear that the place can’t be named, I hear that the bread which looks at him Heals the hanged man, The bread baked for him by his wife, I hear that they call life Our only refuge. 我听见斧头开花了， 我听说那地方无法被命名， 我听说看着他的那块面包 治愈了绞死的人， 是他妻子为他烤的面包， 我听见他们把生命叫作 我们唯一的避难所。