snowynight

池凌云    http://blog.sina.com.cn/chilingyun

寂静制造了风，河流在泥土中延续

一个又一个落日哺育灰色的屋宇

它的空洞有着炽烈的过去

在每一个积满尘土的蓄水池

有黎明前的长叹和平息之后的火焰

我开口，却已没有歌谣

初春的明镜，早已碎在揉皱的地图上

如果我还能低声歌唱

是因为确信烟尘也能永恒，愁苦的面容

感到被死亡珍惜的拥抱

By Chi Lingyun    Tr Lush Greenness

Stillness creates moving air, and rivers seep underneath into earth.

The setting sun fosters grayish housing buildings time and again

Though its great void owns a blazing past.

Dirt accumulates in each impounding reservoir and

Deep sighs waft before the dawn, and then subsequent flames.

I open my mouth but cannot let off a ballad.

The bright mirror of early spring is broken upon the crumpled map.

I am still capable of crooning a tune

As I believe floating dusts turn into eternal beings and my distressed face

Feels a sense of being embraced by death’s sympathy.

   文 / 青海湖


在低处，甚至更低，我看见一朵小小的花
在草丛中昂起头来，它沉默着，接近日光。

叶脉上，金色的触须与天光辉映
它卑微地弯腰，在风中致意，仿佛是朝拜。

它有不为人知的梦想，深草遮蔽了它
佛寺之风一次次把它吹开，看见自己的心。

而我经过它身边，莫名地静了下来
露水沾湿了我的衣裳，我沾湿了内心的空寂。

远处，一个雪下面祈祷的人摇晃着经筒
他比它更低地匍匐在地上，像紧贴高原的草。

在赤红的喇嘛寺中，没有比花草更美的风景了
没有一道经文比心心相印的依赖更生动。

  by Qinghai Lake    Tr. Lush Greenness


At an inconspicuous place, I take a lower look at a petite flower,
Its head reaching out of the thick grass to approach sunlight quietly,

And its golden tendrils, above its leaf veins, playing itself in daylight.
It bends menially in the wind, to give greetings, as if during a pilgrimage,

With an unbeknown dream, though closed over by the deep growth around.
Each time a gust blows through, it catches sight of its own innermost being.

While walking by the petite flower, I do feel inexplicably calm.
Dewdrops moisten my garment, my inner emptiness and loneliness.

Afar a prayer in the snow sways his praying wheel,
And then prostrates himself lower than it, like wild grass attached to the plateau

In the vermillion monastery, flowers are a most touching sight,
And not a piece of sutra is more vivid than mutual dependence in heart.

◎ 夏日印象    沈苇

夏日几块石头停在河边喝水

一只火鸡的颈脖埋进白色的水域

陈年的薄冰在深处呼吸

裸体的白昼，浑身冒着青烟

坐进干掉的松木水桶

正午与鸟停在头顶，静止不动

时间被无限拉长，成为一根透明的

丝线

风的拐杖丢失在路上

回头一望，爱情在草丛里静

◎ The Impression of Summer
by Shen Wei tr Lush Greenness

     
A turkey puts its long neck into the off-white water, and
Pieces of thin ice kept in store for ages are breathing in depth.
　　
The naked daylight sends out curls of smoke at every pore,
To find itself seated in a dried-up pine bucket.
Both high noon and birds pause overhead, motionless
Time, boundlessly elongated, becomes a transparent
Silk thread.

The wind abandons its walking stick on the road, and
Around the corner behind, love is decaying silently in the growth of grass.

我 打 江 南 走 過
那 等 在 季 節 裏 的 容 顏 如 蓮 花 的 開 落
東 風 不 來 ， 三 月 的 柳 絮 不 飛
你 底 心 如 小 小 寂 寞 的 城
恰 若 青 石 的 街 道 向 晚
音 不 響 ， 三 月 的 春 帷 不 揭
你 底 心 是 小 小 的 窗 扉 緊 掩

我 達 達 的 馬 蹄 是 美 麗 的 錯 誤
我 不 是 歸 人 ， 是 個 過 客 … …