李广田·《流星》英译

一颗流星，坠落了，

随着坠落的

有清泪。

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想一个鸣蛙的夏夜，

在古老的乡村，

谁为你，流星正飞时，

以辫发的青缨作结，

说要系航海的明珠

作永好的投赠。

 

想一些辽远的日子，

辽远的，

沙上的足音……

 

泪落在夜里了，

像星陨，坠入林荫

古潭底。

 

The Shooting Star

Li Kwang-T’ien

 

A shooting star falls,

And with its falling

Are tears.

 

Think of a humming summer night of frog-drums

In ancient village

When the meteor is flitting down for you

Who maybe now will twist a knot in your queue,

Hoping to catch a drifting pearl

As a donative of everlasting love.

 

Pondering days remote.

Remote the sound of footsteps in the soil….

 

Tears are shed to the night,

Like the star falling into wrinkled water

Deep in the wood.