咬著「棺材釘」

Coffin nail in his teeth,

孤獨的老頭孤獨地

the solitary old man

守著一種

keeps alive

手工業

this small handicraft,

他將煙紙攤在掌心

flattening the paper in his palm,

他將煙絲搯在煙紙裏

sprinkling the dark threads of tobacco,

他將手輕輕合上

then closing, twisting, gently rolling

輕輕合上輕輕地搓輕輕地捲

as if a well-worn machine

像捲動在古老歲月裏的

One lick of his tonguetip,

捲筒機

one light, and the whole body

然後，他將煙捲

fills with fragrant smoke,

湊近舌尖

his hair a gray heap of ash,

輕輕一舔讓全身

his eyes smoldering through the nights

彌滿辛辣的煙味

uncompanioned flame,

他滿頭斑白

embers

像一堆煙灰

他熬過長夜的眼睛

Coffin nail in his teeth,

像灰燼裏

the solitary man

孤獨的火

strikes one match after another,

curling into himself,

咬著「棺材釘」

sipping himself,

孤獨的老頭

setting himself alight

劃亮一根一根

孤獨的火

他點燃自己

吸啜自己

又孤獨地

搓捲自己