Coffin nail in his teeth,

咬著「棺材釘」

the solitary old man

孤獨的老頭孤獨地

keeps alive

守著一種

this small handicraft,

手工業

flattening the paper in his palm,

他將煙紙攤在掌心

sprinkling the dark threads of tobacco,

他將煙絲搯在煙紙裏

then closing, twisting, gently rolling

他將手輕輕合上

as if a well-worn machine

輕輕合上輕輕地搓輕輕地捲

One lick of his tonguetip,

像捲動在古老歲月裏的

one light, and the whole body

捲筒機

fills with fragrant smoke,

然後，他將煙捲

his hair a gray heap of ash,

湊近舌尖

his eyes smoldering through the nights

輕輕一舔讓全身

uncompanioned flame,

彌滿辛辣的煙味

embers

他滿頭斑白

像一堆煙灰

Coffin nail in his teeth,

他熬過長夜的眼睛

the solitary man

像灰燼裏

strikes one match after another,

孤獨的火

curling into himself,

sipping himself,

咬著「棺材釘」

setting himself alight

孤獨的老頭

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