郑小琼诗歌翻译五首 belliwether译

belliwether · 发表于 2008-8-26 11:02:09

in the duskin the dusk someone had a dream and someone tried to understand it. in the morning, the real life became delusion, in the dusk, the dream turned to the shadow of the bus.the solitary you've experienced she had known, but the pain you've suffered was not enough for her, her sad mood needed to be covered by a winter overcoat.maybe one day, she could make herself relaxed, the struggle in her mind, the confusion of this world that was ENOUGH, all was filled in the bus leaving in the dusk   暮色有人在暮色中做梦 有人在暮色中解梦 现实是上午的幻影，下午的梦境 剩下一车倒挂的阴影你说着的孤独，它们已经够孤独了 你说着的疼痛，它们还不够疼痛 她的伤心还没有穿上冬大衣也许需要有一天，才能说清这内心 这矛和盾，这人与事。 够了，这辆从暮色开出的车 in the hospitalthe poor man under the setting sun was tied up by diseases. i knew them, they lived behind the stumpy hills. now they squated in the doorway of the consulting room, in crumpled clothes, with a big white plastic bag beside their foot. money in their coarse hands had been warm gradually. they stared at the white wall, the passage was filled with the smell of soda, in the next door, dropping bottles were hung in the air. he stayed still, feeling great pain in his body, she asked him how he felt, as sad as the setting sun, great ANXIETY pressed her mind, she stayed still, in total silence.they went out of the hospital finally, supporting with each other's hands. in the gloomy light were her sad eyes, he lay on the short wood bed, waiting for his time in severe poverty. 在医院落日照着这个疾病缠身的穷人 我认识他们，来自矮墩墩的山头 他们蹲着 坐着，在医院的门口 他们蛇皮袋子皱褶的衣裳跟长满面茧子手中 带着体温的钞票，他们木讷的眼神 盯着白色的墙壁，充满苏打味的 医院走廊，隔壁的吊针，玻璃瓶 他蹲着，疼痛深入肉体，骨头 生活的内部，她询问 她眼里如同落日的光芒 在走近西山 她坐在医院的落日中，如此宁静 有着至深的畏惧也不能说出他们相扶着，走出红十字的医院 落日照着她的眼神，他的疾病 在贫穷中，他躺在低矮的木床上 等待疾病吞食他落日般的生命the train running deep into the nightwind touched the slick back of the night, those houses and trees laid along the rivers of the PLAIN every lamp, like bright needle glittering, on the background of the wild village the yard by the both sides of the railroad the woods running backward, the field, the lamplights and the stars suspending in the distant oh, the endless landscape, how beautiful and tender the moon stirring in this spring night the brown, gloomy yellow moon stuck beside the field breeze from soft mouths, crooning, rippled the spring night the countryside soaked in hardship and poverty stood still in the ink-black quiet, surveying the future i sat, listening to this mysterious silence lamps of the PLAIN went out gradually, bygones, singing insects and crops followed the train, sinking into the stiffness of the steel tracks and dark-green distant places 3 AM, the train stopped for 5 minutes to pick up passengers at the waystation 15 people with white nylon bags squeezed into the train they shouted, awaking the village waving hands, faces behind the glass-windows and finally steam whistle echoed on the PLAIN深夜火车风吹黑夜光滑的背脊，那些房屋 树木沿着平原的水域游动 一盏盏灯，一根根明亮的刺 闪烁着，举起村庄的荒冷铁路两旁的场院，奔跑的榉树林 田野，灯火，垂落平原的星星 绵延着风景，春三月夜里 啊，多么柔美！晃动的月亮 褐色的、灰黄的月亮站在田野那边 一片片遥远的唇吹着水纹样的春夜 它的低吟，苦难而贫寒的乡村 伫立在墨黑染成的安静中，眺望 ?? 我坐着凝神谛听神秘的寂静 平原灯火渐熄，两旁的往事，虫鸣 庄稼跟随火车一同奔跑，它们隐没于 黑夜生硬的轨道，墨绿的远方 ?? 火车停止游动的五分钟小站，深夜三点 十五个蛇皮袋子挤上车厢，他们的吆喝 点亮了村庄，站台举起的手 贴在玻璃窗的脸，汽笛正从平原上滑过 the plainmy plain was intact its moonlight, its petals quiet stars watered by the dew had gone through centuries people with destined fates vanished in great changes leaving only vague memories behind a lamp illuminating the night a wide field covered with crops for centuries, this was the life our ancestor satisfied with women and children would calm down like a drop water, without resentment waves in their miles broad heart my plain was in the night there was someone walking in the distant slight footsteps like silent shadow of my previous life i wrote down my simple clear fate and the LOVE past they grew on the plain with the crops under the perfusing moonlight 平原                我的平原是如此的完整 它的月光，它的花瓣 在露水浇灌下的星辰 安静地跃过多少年 多少沧桑的轮回，剩下宿命的 人和物，活在透明中 多少年来，这是祖先想要的生活 有一盏能够照亮黑夜的灯盏 一片开阔的田地，长满庄稼 女人，孩子，他们几千里宽的内心 就不再有波澜与破碎，他们会像 一滴归于大海的水平静下来 我的平原在黑夜中，远方有人走动 轻轻的脚步，仿佛前世 恍惚出寂静的影子 我记下透彻的，一望到底的浮生 与一个人的爱情，它们在平原上生长 化作拔节生长的庄稼，蜿蜒不断的月光  the lamplightsin the dusk, this village in the South was lighten up, sporadic street lamps warmed up the heart of a stranger who was freezing in the wind. did you hear my footsteps, my words with a local accent about Love, Iron and Bitterness ? you must never seen a girl as shy as me, like lychee leaves trembling with caution, like the lamplights hiding behind the thick shade of the trees. i loved this busy and trifling life in HuangMa Lin. wind stretched its wings, blowing over ironware mills, paper mills, textile mills, and kept blowing, blowing over the hands with chaps in winter, blowing over the vagrant lovers under the street lamps. their sweet chatter softened my messy life, making my silent lips shiver with excitement. i soaked totally in those lamplights which always reminded me to cherish this peaceful life. 灯光 黄昏中，点亮的灯火照耀 这个南方的村庄，点点滴滴的路灯 温暖着异乡人一颗在风中抖瑟的心 我说的爱，铁片，疼，乡音，它们 潜伏在我的脚步声里，荔枝叶间 它们起伏着，战栗着，摇晃着， 像那个疲倦的外乡人，小心而胆怯 你从来没有见过这么胆小的人 像躲在浓荫下的灯光一样 我爱着的尘世生活，忙碌而庸常的黄麻岭 风张开翅膀，轻轻吹过五金厂，纸品厂 毛织厂……一直地吹，吹过冬天开裂的手掌 吹过路灯下涌动着的漂泊者的爱情 他们的情话让我在缭乱的生活中 想起闪亮的温情，我缄默的唇间 颤栗着，那些光，那些生活会漫过 我的周身，它在我的肩上拍着 “热爱这平静的生活吧！”

王乂 · 发表于 2008-10-13 18:24:23

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