- POETRY
--By Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
诗
--巴勃罗.聂炒?
哪一天, 他降临了
是他找到了我,在我全然无知的时候
他从哪儿来,是从一个冬天还是一条没有季节的河
我不知道他怎样找到了我
没有呼唤, 没有一个字,难道是沉默把我召唤
从大街上, 从迷失的夜里
从陌生人那里,从最狂野的热忱
和最冷静的归途上
他伸出了手
我就不再是我
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
我不知道怎样表白,说不出任何名字,
看不到任何人,
有什么东西让我的灵魂在发烫
难道我真有一双被遗忘了的翅膀
我挣扎在
狂野的热忱中
写出了虚弱的第一行
它虚弱,空洞
用尽了一个无知的人
所有的智慧
所有无用的话语
突然我看到
天堂的门在开启
我仿佛看到了另外的星球
那里跳跃的山林
闪烁的投影
还有弓箭,火焰,花朵一齐席卷着
这风中的夜,这浩然的宇宙
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
而我,如此渺小的我
与璀璨的的星空
大爱,大神秘共醉于风中
存在于无限中的我
与星光同行
心从此飞扬
绗ㄧ