在不是最疲累的時刻

if not utterly exhausted

還是可以寫詩

one can still write

在這方面來說

in this

詩對我們還是仁慈的

poetry shows us mercy

夾在白木板間的勞工手套

between white boards, work gloves,

線織指掌或是合上，或是攤開

their woven hands closed or laid open

展示命運的紋理

demonstrate the texture of destiny

有哪一處崩斷了嗎？

is there somewhere a broken thread?

攤開，告訴你沒有什麽需要隱藏

they open to say nothing to hide

合上，拒絕與你繼續對話

they close to end conversation

拖把用久了也變成灰白

a mop used time after time goes gray

擱在欄干上，擱在窗旁

propped against a rail or window

變成我們遺忘的戀人

it becomes a forgotten lover

壓抑了的遺憾

repressed regret

癌細胞在陰暗中滋長

cancer thriving in the dark

治療的時候人變得疲累

during treatment people feel drained

詩對我們還是仁慈的

poetry shows us mercy

累了也還可以寫詩

though weary, one can write