《克努特山徒步》
和平岛
与贝塞根山脊遥遥对视的
另一条石龙
当它闭眼
侧卧在内德雷·莱伦根湖畔
都能听到它的鼾声
与梦涎
日照金山
所有汉字堆积的长城
都拼不出一条完整的龙
石头之美，远远超越传统
雌性的她与雄性的他
所能提供的诗意价值
穷尽英文数码
编排的调色板
也画不出
诗歌都没法呈现的
鼎中烹煮的龙肉
散发的异域檀香
也许，只有挪威语——
培尔·金特，他不骑荒唐的鹿
两只雪白的岩羊
因为找不到主人
趴在石龙，它的胳肢窝里
能把整条吉恩德湖装进去
上莱伦根湖
是它暴露在外的肚脐眼
悄悄走
在天籁开的天眼之中
你不断往外掏
辉石，石英，祖母绿，绿松石
这些遗落人间的月亮
注：
克努特山：Knutshøe Mountain
上莱伦根湖：Øvre Leirungen Lake
内德雷·莱伦根湖：Nedre Leirungen Lake
Trekking Knutshøe
By He Ping Dao
Another dragon of stone
Gazing from afar at the Besseggen Ridge.
When it lulls to sleep,
Side-lying by Lake Nedre Leirungen,
One can hear its rhythmic snores
And the flow of its dreamy saliva.
Golden sunlight floods the peaks.
Even a Great Wall built of piled Han characters
Could not piece together a complete dragon.
The beauty of stone far transcends the poetic value
Offered by the traditional bounds
Of the feminine "she" and the masculine "he."
Exhausting every English digital code
To arrange a palette,
One still cannot paint
What even poetry fails to render:
The exotic scent of sandalwood
Wafting from dragon meat simmering in a cauldron.
Perhaps, only in Norwegian—
Peer Gynt, he does not ride that absurd reindeer.
Two snow-white rock goats,
Forlorn and seeking their master,
Crouch in the armpit of the stone dragon.
Large enough to swallow Lake Gjende whole,
While Lake Øvre Leirungen
Is its exposed navel.
Tread softly.
Within the Celestial Eye opened by the sounds of nature,
You reach in and pull out, unceasingly:
Pyroxene, quartz, emerald, turquoise—
These moons, left behind in the mortal world.
