马启代中英双语诗歌选（颜海峰 译）

雪已经下了

雪已经下了

那株月季往死里一红

红花燃烧成白花

风一起，漫天都是纸幡

The Snow is Falling

The snow is falling

That Chinese rose reddens to death

With its crimson flowers burning into white ones

Wind blows and paper banners fly all over the sky

最后那撮残雪

春回来了

风场的背阴处，那撮残雪

已被蹂躏的面目全非

它死死的抱紧最后那点洁白

每当看我，都泪流满面

That Pinch of Remaining Snow

Spring is back

That pinch of remaining snow in the shade  

Has been spoiled beyond recognition

It holds tight to the last patch of white

And bursts into tears at the sight of me

诗者说

被禁锢的人哪

给他监室，他就获得天空

给他枷锁，他仍生长翅膀

什么也不给他

他就拥有剑、闪电、火焰

诗歌和风

Poet Says

He who is confined

Would get the sky once he is given a jail

Or grow wings once he is given shackle

If he is given nothing

He’d get sword, lightning, fire

Poetry and wind

除夕

多少花朵。在今夜开放

细数焰火里的爱情，撕碎了

多少心……，回首处——

一路的花朵紧紧相随，一个个

内心揣着雷电，边炸边喊

团圆，团圆，团圆……

New Year’s Eve

How many flowers bloom in this dark night

How many hearts are torn to pieces by the love

Under the firecrackers…In retrospect—

The flowers kept me company all the way, each

Holding a thunder that roared crying

Reunion, reunion…

减法

减去那长长的前缀，减去那些定语

和形容词……，姓氏之前，统统减去

连姓氏也可以减去，名字

也可以减去……

轻的，重的，统统让时光拿走

……，一直减到一把骨灰

只是我的文字可以留下，那怕剩下

仅仅一句诗，刚好

安放我的灵魂

Subtraction  

Minus the long prefix, minus the attribute

And adjective…Minus all that is before the family name

Even the family name itself

And the first name

Let time take it away, be it light or heavy

…Until a handful of ashes remains

But my writings should stay, even if there left

Just a line of verse, good enough

To contain my soul

周游列国

一个多月没出门了

夫人说不能总是吃饱不活动

我说那样不就真的成了猪

于是我就从客厅这头走到那头

夫人说你就当横跨了太平洋

于是我从东屋走到西屋

夫人说你就当从东半球到了西半球

我和夫人都五十多了从没出过国

说知天命其实自己的命都糊糊涂涂

我说我们干脆来个环球旅行吧

从北阳台到南阳台就当从北极到了南极

现在窗外下雪，都是白茫茫一片

夫人说那我们就用双脚丈量世界了

我说环球同此凉热

也许这就是人类命运共同体吧

眼下的每一块地砖

你都可以叫做亚洲、欧洲、美洲和非洲

还可以叫澳大利亚、印度、美国、英国

如果嫌走得太慢，还可以张开双臂

只是窗棂是铁的，要小心碰头

Traveling Around the World

Haven't been out for over a month

My wife said you can't always stay still after eating a lot

I said that would really make me a pig

So I walked from one end of the living room to the other

She said you should think of it as crossing the Pacific Ocean

So I walked from the east room to the west room

She said you should think of it as going from the eastern hemisphere to the western hemisphere

For over 50 years me and my wife have never been out of the country

The age of knowing better everything sees us knowing nothing better

I said let's take a trip around the world

From the north balcony to the south balcony, it's like going from the North Pole to the South Pole.

Now it's snowing outside the window, it's all white

She said that we should measure the world with our feet

I said it is the same hot and cold around the world

Maybe this is the community of human destiny

Every tile in front of you

Can be called Asia, Europe, America and Africa

Or Australia, India, the United States, the United Kingdom

If you feel it is too slow, you can open your arms

You just need to be careful of bumping your head, for the window pane is iron

写作

这是一生的马拉松。跑啊，跑啊

四十多年了，还不知累。今天

我要放慢，来垒一座山，接近天空

山，越垒越高，天，却越垒越远

我死死咬住的地平线，也被一推再推

我不停地垒，不断地接近

用我一生的粮食、水和爱，永远地追

我要将那一座座山甩到身后，我还要跑

那怕，用最后一根骨头，当做拐杖

Writing

This is Marathon of a life time. I run and run

For over fourty years, not knowing fatigue. But today

I want to slow down to build a mountain to approach the sky

It goes higher and higner and the sky goes farther and farther

I cling tight to the horizon that is pushed far time and again

Unyieldingly I build, endlessly I get near

With food water and love of my whole life, I chase without stop

After throwing the mountains behind, I’d still go on

Even if I have to make my last bone a walking stick

旁观者

被冤枉者，被葬送者，被错杀的人

被愚弄者，被挟裹的人

那些不愿说话，不敢作证的人

那些呼救者，那些呐喊的人

那些掩盖真相者，还有利用真相的人

还有愚蠢者，玩弄法律的人……

我是见证者。为良心写作的人

诗人，这个世界多余的人。一位旁观者

Bystander

The wronged, the ruined, the falsely-killed

The fooled, the incriminated

Those who keep mute and dare not to testify

Those who call for help, those who cry

Those who conceal truth and who make use of it

And who are silly and who toy with law…

I am the witness, who write for conscience

A poet, an unwanted for the world, a bystander

一滴水的内心是不安的

一滴水一旦获得个体的命名

它的内心一定是不安的

一滴水只有从洪流中分离出来

它才是真实的一滴水

一滴水带着一群水的忧伤或愤怒

它无法改变一群水的走向

它甚至无法唤醒另一滴水

它也不被其他水所改变

一滴水逃离了一群水

每一步都充满了危险

它可以在爱的名义下被蒸发

脱掉水的肉体

它也可以在另一种名义的关怀下

变成水的骨头

但死亡不过是换一种活的方式

一滴有叛逆之心的水是不死的

一滴水的浩瀚只有一滴水知道

一滴水的深邃也可以由一个人感知

一个脱离了潮流裹挟的人

有着一滴水全部的伤痛和无奈

A _Drop_ of Water is Restless Inside

Once a _drop_ of water gets a name as an individual  

It must be restless inside

A _drop_ of water is only separated from the torrent

It can be a _drop_ of water for real

A _drop_ of water carries the sorrow or anger of a swarm of water

It cannot change the course of the swarm

It cannot even awaken another _drop_ of water

Nor be changed by other waters either

A _drop_ of water escapes from a swarm of water

Every step is full of danger

It can be evaporated in the name of love

Shedding the flesh of water

It can also become the bones of water  

In the name of another kind of care

But death is just a different way of living

A rebellious _drop_ of water is immortal in the heart

The vastness of a _drop_ of water is known only to a _drop_ of water

The depth of a _drop_ of water can also be perceived by a person

A person who has escaped from the trend

Has all the pain and helplessness of a _drop_ of water

火烧云

火一呼吸

云就站了出来

火大吼一声

云就腾空而起

火是云的魂

云就是火的外衣

火烧云有时是烈焰

灰烬也能点燃

火烧云有时是烈士

尸体也保持高温

火烧云这个大家族

是光的集合体

在火烧云的天空下

我自己就是一只火鸟

披着光飞翔

展翅而起

就是一次火浴

我就这样飞进了黑夜

火星四溅

点亮满天的星辰

Fire Burning Clouds

As soon as fire breathes

Clouds stand out

Fire yells

And clouds rise up in the air

Fire is the soul of clouds

Clouds are the coat of fire

Fire burns clouds with blaze sometimes

Even ashes can be lit up

Fire burns clouds to martyrs sometimes

Even the corpses stays hot

The big family of fire burning clouds

Is a collection of light

Under the sky of fire burning clouds

I myself am a fire bird

Clad in light to fly

The spread of my wings

Is a bath in fire

As such I fly into the night

Sparks are flying

Kindling the sky full of stars

那株老柳，站在操场的边沿

那株老柳，站在操场的边沿

面容憔悴，头发干枯

一个冬天，无论寒风、冰雪如何纠缠

谁也没能让它开口

春风只在它耳旁，说了几句温柔话

这位老先生，就迫不及待地返老还童

冒充多情的样子

不知趣地吐出绿来

That Old Willow Standing on the Edge of the Playground

That old willow stands on the edge of the playground

Gaunt and drawn, hairs withered

All through the winter, despite the fight of the wind and snow

None succeeded in opening his mouth

Just a whisper of some soft words in his ear by the spring breeze

Makes this old man renew his youth anxiously

And produce new green  

With a pretended affectionate face

一声大叫，将黑夜吓退

谁吹灭了灯？灵魂一下子陷入黑暗

我双手摸索着，摸索着

凭触觉

知道星辰还在，山河还在

神还在，自己的肉体还在……

只是摸到一座监狱，手被铁丝网扎伤

一声大叫，将黑夜吓退

A Loud Yell Scares the Dark Night Away

Who blows out the light? The soul plunging into darkness abruptly

With my hands, I grope on and on

By touching I am aware

That the stars remain there and too the rills and hills

The gods and my body…

But my hands get pricked by the barbed wire at the touch of a jail

I yell loud and the dark night is scared away

一阵风把我吹回童年

一下子回到海边

一阵风把我吹到中年

岁月涌过来，被礁岩撕得粉碎

一下子来到桃源

一阵风把我吹回童年

我已无法再退。世界，我要生长！

A Gust Sends Me back to Childhood

All of a sudden, back to the seaside

A gust sends me back to middle age

Time and tide surge up, smashed by rocks and reefs

All of a sudden, back to the peach blossom land

A gust sends me back to childhood

I cannot retreat any more. O, world, I must grow!

做一树桃花，开不开都不重要

这个春天，做一树桃花，开不开都不重要

或者，做哪条枝上的随便一朵花

只要含苞，迟开两年，不会延误我的花期

让人间的花潮汹涌来，汹涌去，尽情喧嚣

我想开时，整个天空都会知道

墙外的大山里，那片桃花开没开，我不知道

风一再催问，我内心的花朵已含泪开放，千朵万朵

To be a Treeful of Peach Blossoms, Blooming or not

To be a treeful of peach blossoms in this spring, blooming or not

Or to be whichever one on some branch

So long as it is a bud, it won’t hinder my flowering, sooner or later

Let them laugh—the blossoms of the world, let them clamor

The whole sky will know it when I want to bloom

I don’t care those ones in the mountains beyond the wall

The wind urging me, my inner blossoms, in millions, bloom in tears

藕

每一个骨节  

都被暗箭射成了蜂窝

利刃再度砍来

终无一声叹息

满满一个胸腔

都是大睁的眼睛

血流干

就是瞄准了的枪口

Lotus Seed

Every piece of bone

is shot by acid arrows into honeycomb

And then it is sliced by sharp blade

yet without a scream or sigh

All of its chest

are but eyes wide open

When the blood runs dry

it’d turn into aiming gun

看一只蚂蚁在风里行走

——看一只蚂蚁在风里行走

它要回家，还是在流浪

逆风而行，怀揣一腔乡愁

——活在风中，我一直与风

较劲，撞头

直到把风碰得喊疼，落荒而逃

——我是在与整个天空作对

如今，正把它一步步逼退

Watching an Ant Crawling in the Wind

—Watching an ant crawling in the wind

Is it homing or roaming?

Against the wind, a heartful of nostalgia

—Living in the wind, I am always fighting

Against it, confronting it

Until it flees crying bitterly

—I am fighting against the whole sky

Driving it back gradually now

天空的痛是风咬出来的

风的牙齿肉眼无法看到，它不停地咬

你无法看到过程

天空的伤口上

有风的队伍在集结

天空的痛是风咬出来的

风的影子，在天空自由地生长

天空，长满了风的牙印……

The Pain of the Sky is by Wind-bite

The tooth of wind is invisible to the naked eyes. It keeps biting

But you cannot see the process

On the wound of the sky

The wind is teaming up  

The pain of the sky is by wind-bite

The shadow of wind is growing freely in the sky

And the sky, full of bite marks by the wind

临近仲秋，月亮越长越大

花落后，就要结果了

万物都洋溢着分娩的幸福

天空也是一样

临近仲秋，月亮越长越大

风都有了思想

从瞳仁里吹，竟有一江水的宽阔

The Moon Grows Bigger Approaching Mid-autumn

It is going to fruit after the flowers fall

Delivery bliss overtakes all the beings

So does the sky

Where the moon grows bigger approaching mid-autumn

Even the wind produces thoughts

It blows from the pupil. Behold, the vast expanse of water!

秋天，我看到一枚胚胎爆芽，响遏行云

一粒被种植在高墙脚下的种子，就要爆芽

这粒在春天怀胎的种子

正睁开眼睛

这是秋天，风压在监狱的上空，不断成熟

一枚胚胎爆芽的声音

让天地颤栗

有大雁飞过，巨大的双翅煽动天空的金黄

雁的叫声，划过秋风和流云

点亮胚胎的思想

In Autumn I Hear an Embryo Popping  

A seed sown at the foot of high wall is about to sprout

Conceived in spring, this seed

Starts to open its eye

Autumn now. Wind hovering over the jail, maturing

The sound of an embryo popping

Trembles the earth and the sky

Geese fly past, their wings flapping the gold of sky

Their cries, sliding across the autumnal wind and flowing glow

Ignite the thought of the embryo

我扛着一颗硕大的露珠，正被风压扁

我爱过每一楼春风，像万物一样

现在，我热爱每一缕秋风

我从不讨价还价，给一点阳光，我就灿烂

我知道没有永恒的事物，早亡早生，像草

总是绿着来，枯着去

这半生，我与火焰擦肩而过，差一点淹没

如今，我终于上岸

我扛着一颗硕大的露珠，正被风压扁

风知道一颗露珠体内的风暴

I Carry on My Shoulder a Giant Dew_drop_

I loved the spring breeze fondling every tower, like everything else

Now I love every whiff of autumn wind

I never bargain. A single shaft of sunlight would make me shine

I know there is no eternal thing. They live and they die, like grass

Coming in green and dying in yellow

Half of my life I’ve been brushing past fire, almost drown

And now I finally make it on shore

I carry on my shoulder a giant dew_drop_, which is being flattened by wind

The wind knows the storm inside a dew_drop_

我在监狱，将歪倒的诗行一一扶正

九月是镰刀快活的季节，它不停地飞舞

风来给它擦汗

我在监狱，将歪倒的诗行一一扶正

日夜披着秋风

风，和尘是万物的形式，浮名没有体重

诗是有重量的

我和诗站在一起，历尽浮尘，迎风不倒

诗句闪耀出铁质的光芒

In Jail, I Erect the Fallen Poetry Line by Line

September is the happy season for the sickle. It dances.

And wind comes to towel

In jail, I erect the fallen poetry line by line

Autumnal aura wrapping me up day and night

Wind and dust are the forms of everything.  

Fame and name have no weight. But poetry does.

Along with poetry I stand, against the world and wind, unyielding

The lines of poetry shining with irony color

没有比把一地棉花喊作白云更天才的比喻

棉花是地上的白云，这些白云都是从地里长出来的

捡棉花的人，要把它们收藏起来

铺进生活

摘棉花就是把一地的白云卷起来，一直卷到天上

还一直卷，直到抱不住了

——撒了，落到地上，变成雪花

No Comparison Better Than Comparing Cotton to Cloud

Cotton is cloud on the ground which grows out of the soil

The cotton-pickers want to collect it

And with it decorate their life

Picking cotton is to roll up the cloud, to the sky

Without stop, until it is too big to hold

And falls on the ground in snowflakes

我一生靠飞翔的身影照耀大地

秋天成熟了，不落雨，就落阳光

雷声已被风抹净

秋风来了，我照样不能低头

我的身影只能埋在天空

这个秋天，我只长思想，不长翅膀

我一生靠飞翔的身影照耀大地

With My Flying Form I Shine on the Great Earth

Autumn is ripe. It rains or shines

Thunder is wiped away by wind

Even autumn wind comes I’d not lower my head

My form should only be buried in the sky

This autumn I spread my thought rather than wings

I shine on the great earth with my flying form this life

秋夜，一场秋雨下在梦外

蚊子都睡了  

雨，还在梦的边缘奔跑

到处都是伤口

唯恐雨会拐弯溜进来

清晨，一滴露珠咬住一片叶子

风来，叶子抽搐了一下

It Rains out of My Dream This Autunmn Night

Mosquitoes are asleep

While the rain still runs on the edge of dream

Wounds are everywhere

Lest the rain should sneaks in

At dawn a dew_drop_ clings to a leaf

That jerks at the visitation of wind

我来坐监，是上帝发的福利

——世界变得匆忙，一切似乎都坐上了高铁

我来坐监，是上帝发的福利

他让我慢下来，顿悟

上帝给过我磨砺，勤奋和善良，他还要给

他要让我深度沉醉，要和我深层交流

准备把大脑全给我

My Imprisonment Is Welfare from the God

--The world becomes hasty, everything like on a high train

I come to serve time in jail, which is welfare from the God

He slows me down, let me learn

He gives me discipline, diligence and goodness and there is more to come

He wants me to be intoxicated in depth and he wants to converse with me in depth

So as to give his brain to me

水流声，在空旷的午后响起……

天晴后，天空什么也没有了，空的让人心慌

连蓝这种本色都更远了

一滴鸟鸣和一丝白云也没有留下

水流声，在空旷的午后响起……

The Sound of Water Flowing Comes after the Empty Noon

When it turns sunny, the sky is left with nothing, empty and nervous

Even blue, the natural color of sky, is gone  

Not a single bird chirp or a wisp of cloud in sight

The sound of water flowing comes after the empty noon

一片黄叶，微笑着，坐上波纹，河流哆嗦了一下

天气转凉，叶子从树上跳下，风吹来

让它回乡的旅途，有些颠簸

它们生病的样子，与季节无关

一夜枯黄，是看透了世事

一片黄叶，微笑着，坐上波纹，河流哆嗦了一下

A Yellow Leaf Smiles Sitting on the Ripple

It turns cold. The leaves jump off the trees at the blow of wind

Making their way back home bumpy

Their sick appearances has nothing to do with the season

They turn yellow overnight because they finally see through everything

A yellow leaf smiles sitting on the ripple and the river shudders

这个秋天，我不敢过多地写到它

这个秋天，我不敢过多地写到它

一再地提起，总让人揪心

我体内的时光无限温润，秋意是无法言传的东西

它豪阔、金黄、饱含，让人一经触及

就有针尖似的痛

感觉有张星空的巨网，那些试图冲出去的东西

掉入了更大的空洞

About This Autumn I dare not Write More

About this autumn I dare not write more

It is mentioned again and again, piercing my heart

The time inside me is infinitely nourishing and autumnal feeling

Is beyond description, so vast, golden and containing

Prickling once it is touched  

There seeming to be a colossal net by stars, those that try to break through

Fall into an even bigger hole

墙角的枯叶，像被遗落的一堆眼睛

——秋天走远了

墙角的枯叶，像被遗落的一堆眼睛

午后，阳光很奢侈，大地传来微微的鼻息

我的心在高处

听风吹响天堂的树叶

——下水道里，污水还在喧闹

The Withered Leave in the Wall Corner are Eyes Forsaken in Pile

--The autumn gone far

The withered leave in the wall corner are eyes forsaken in pile

The sun being extravagant afternoon, subtle breathing comes from the great earth

My heart poises high

Listening to the wind rustling the leave of heaven

--Down the sewer, waste water is still clamoring

霜是露水的尸体，是骨头中发亮的部分

霜是露水的尸体，是骨头中发亮的部分

是闭上眼睛的舍利子

开始变硬的水，正以霜的姿态向冰靠近

地上躺满了千军万马

冷眼观世界。阳光走过的地方水都活着

一闪一闪的眼神在说话

Frost is the Body of Dew, the Shinny Part of Bones

Frost is the body of dew, the shiny part of bones

Buddhist relics with the eyes closed

The hardening water is approaching the ice as frost

Lying all over the ground are soldiers and horses

Cold look on the world. Water lives where sunlight walks past

The twinkling glance is speaking

蚯蚓，是地下诗人

——蚯蚓，是地下诗人。最懂黑，所以不说话

唱歌，但像元曲或宋词

它让土地穿越身体，如诗人让黑暗穿越灵魂

……所谓精耕细作就是从泥土里打磨词语

它不以柔克刚，只以小搏大

为了躲开人类的挖掘，那些血腥十足的铁爪

它必须把自己向深邃里写

Earthworm, the Underground Poet

--Earthworm is an underground poet. He knows darkness best, so he speaks nothing

He sings, yet to the tune of Ci poetry of Song Dynasty or Yuan poetry  

He makes the earth pass through its body, as a poet makes the darkness through the soul

…The so-called intensive cultivation is just cultivating words and expressions in the soil,

which wins over the large with the little instead of conquering the solid with the soft

To hide himself from the digging of human, those extremely bloody iron paws,

he must put himself down deep, deep enough in the underground