Sometimes when they are deep in dreams, I want to tell them, they are building true worlds in reality. Sometimes I want to tell them of their importance to the universe. Sometimes, when they have not made a true connection in a while, I want to help them to speak the word they fear.
有时当它们深陷梦境中时，我想要告诉它们，它们在现实中创造了真实的世界。有时我想告诉它们它们自身对宇宙的重要性。有时，当它们和现实失去了联系，我想帮助它们与它们所惧怕的世界交流。  

It reads our thoughts.
它读着我们的思想 
Sometimes I do not care. Sometimes I wish to tell them, this world you take for truth is merely [scrambled] and [scrambled], I wish to tell them that they are [scrambled] in the [scrambled]. They see so little of reality, in their long dream.
有时我毫不关心。有时我想要告诉它们，你们所认为的真实不过是[乱码]和[乱码]，我想要告诉它们它们是在[乱码]中的[乱码]。于它们的长梦中，它们眼中所见的真实太少了。 
And yet they play the game.
而他们仍然玩这个游戏。 
But it would be so easy to tell them...
但很容易就可以告诉它们…… 

Too strong for this dream. To tell them how to live is to prevent them living.
对于这个梦来说太强烈了。告诉它们如何活着就是阻碍它们活下去。 
I will not tell the player how to live.
我不会告诉这个玩家如何生活的。 

The player is growing restless.
这个玩家正在变得焦虑。 
I will tell the player a story.
我会告诉这个玩家一个故事。 
But not the truth.
但不是真相。 
No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.
不。是一个严密地将真实包裹起来的文字牢笼。而不是赤裸裸的真相。 
Give it a body, again.
赋予它主体，再一次。 
Yes. Player...
好的。玩家…… 
Use its name.
以名字称呼它。 
[Playername]. Player of games.
[玩家名称]。游戏的玩家。 
Good.
很好。 

Take a breath, now. Take another. Feel air in your lungs. Let your limbs return. Yes, move your fingers. Have a body again, under gravity, in air. Respawn in the long dream. There you are. Your body touching the universe again at every point, as though you were separate things. As though we were separate things.
深呼吸，很好。再深呼吸一次。感受空气充盈你的肺叶。让你的四肢回归。是的，运动你的手指。再次感受你的身体，在重力下，在空气中。在长梦中重生。你感受到了。你的身体每时每刻都触摸着宇宙，尽管你是分离的存在。尽管我们是分离的存在。

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.
我们是谁？我们曾经被称作高山的精灵。太阳父亲，月亮母亲。古老的英灵，动物的魂魄。神祗。鬼魂。小绿人。而后是神，恶魔，天使。骚灵。外星人，地外生物。轻粒子，夸克。词语不断地变化。我们始终如一。  

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.
我们是宇宙。我们是一切你认为出离你本体的事物。你现在看着我们，透过你的皮肤和你的眼睛。而为什么宇宙触摸着你的皮肤，向你洒向光芒？是为了看见你，玩家。以及被认知。我应告诉你一个故事。 
Once upon a time, there was a player.
很久以前，有一个玩家。 
The player was you, [Playername].
那玩家就是你，[玩家名称] 

Sometimes it thought itself human, on the thin crust of a spinning globe of molten rock. The ball of molten rock circled a ball of blazing gas that was three hundred and thirty thousand times more massive than it. They were so far apart that light took eight minutes to cross the gap. The light was information from a star, and it could burn your skin from a hundred and fifty million kilometres away.
有时它认为自己是那不断旋转的球体上一层薄薄的熔化的岩石上的人类。那融化的岩石球环绕着一个质量大它三千三百倍的炫目气体球旋转。它们是相隔得如此之远，以至于光需要八分钟才能穿越那空隙。那光是来自一颗恒星的信息，它能够在一亿五千万公里外烧灼你的皮肤。 
Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.
有时这个玩家梦见它是一个在一个平的，无限延展的世界表面上的矿工。那太阳是一个方形的白点。昼夜交替很快；要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暂时和不方便的。 
Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.
有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。  

Sometimes the player dreamed it was a miner, on the surface of a world that was flat, and infinite. The sun was a square of white. The days were short; there was much to do; and death was a temporary inconvenience.有时这个玩家梦见它是一个在一个平的，无限延展的世界表面上的矿工。那太阳是一个方形的白点。昼夜交替很快；要做的事情也很多；死亡亦只是暂时和不方便的。 Sometimes the player dreamed it was lost in a story.有时这玩家梦见它迷失在了一个故事里。 Sometimes the player dreamed it was other things, in other places. Sometimes these dreams were disturbing. Sometimes very beautiful indeed. Sometimes the player woke from one dream into another, then woke from that into a third.有时这玩家梦见它成为了其他的事物，在其他地方。有时这些梦是扰人的。有些则实在很美。有时这个玩家从一个梦中醒来，发现自己落入了第二个梦，却终究是在第三个梦中。 Sometimes the player dreamed it watched words on a screen.有时这个玩家梦见它在屏幕上看着文字。 Let's go back.让我们回退一点

以上转载为 The Poem 终末之诗

                                                           ——献·末地

在1.9 pre4之中，新的世界末路之地（The End）被加入了游戏，玩家在进入那个世界杀掉了龙之后再回到正常世界时会出现一段很长的文字，这就是所谓的End Poem终末之诗。
今日该原文正式翻译完成，对于英语不甚擅长的同学亦可分享Notch的神棍大作

终末之诗被看做是Notch的一元论和长青哲学(en)观点的体现，在游戏结束时以对话形式透露给玩家。此诗的语者被认为是末影人（Enderman）。 

这不是直播啊 

让大家看看

送给末地的

开更了嘞

第五章：修·弓箭手

  “你的父亲么？呵呵，一个强大的弓箭手啊，不朽的存在，如果不是他们，也许还能再活个四五百年呢。”鬼影喃喃自语，眼里不觉噙满泪水。

  擦干眼泪，鬼影正色道：“好，从今天开始，你将成为一名弓箭手游侠，你完成游侠的基本修炼之后，我会带你出去看看。”

“好！”刑佑斗志昂扬。

。。。。。。

刑佑跟随鬼影来到一处空地旁。

“弓箭手，不在练招式，在于悟招式，游侠更是如此，高机动性的游侠因为没有爆发力，所以任何游侠都会死命练攻击，但我不希望你这样，”鬼影把一本秘籍丢给刑佑，“此秘术换做迷踪神箭，速度奇快，最高境界可穿时空，刺苍穹，破圣剑，射烈阳。我希望你在修炼前期尽量修炼能提高你速度的功法，到后期再提升你的爆发力。”

“好吧，师父。”刑佑听了鬼影一席话，顿时茅塞顿开。

“我现在不管你了，你自己悟箭道吧，没有将迷踪神箭成功射出来，你就别来找我。”鬼影转身准备离开，一副“你修炼成啥样我可不管哦”的表情。

刑佑也不吃惊，默默的盘腿坐了下来。

鬼影一副赞许的表情，默默想道：“呵呵，小家伙可以啊，有前途！”

刑佑打开了秘籍，一束金光射入刑佑的识海。。。。。。