夐虹·《瓶》英译

其上你无忧愁，汲水的瓷瓶

在案上如在古代，如在泠泠泉边

你无忧愁，你饮其中甘冽

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又在深林，千万片叶面欲滴著透明

散步过此，你用瓶汲引清液

诗一一形成

 

随时倾注，乐声不住地拍动薄翅

我在其中，我是白羽

 

案上列满期待，一如案上

你凌涉重重的时光前来

取走那瓶

 

Jar

Xiong Hong

 

it brings you no sadness, porcelain water jar

there on the table as in ancient times, or by a limpid spring

you feel no sadness, drinking the sweet coldness it holds

 

in a deep forest, translucency about to drip from a million leaves

you wander by, trapping the pure liquid in your jar

one by one poems take shape

 

pouring forth at any time, the music never stops beating its wings

I am a single white feather in its midst

 

expectation is arranged on my table, as if it were ashore

you wade through heavy leaden time to

make off with this jar