当我的妻子趋于崩溃的时候，我的儿子正堕入爱河。

When my wife was breaking apart, my son was falling in love.

她躺在沙发上，在腹部上放着一袋烘热的豆子，

She lay on the couch with a heated sack of rice on her belly,

一会儿在瞌睡，一会儿楞楞地看着窗外的橄榄树。

sometimes dozing, sometimes staring out the window at the olive tree

看着它碎裂成白色的小花，看着它涨大成黑色的苦果。

as it broke into tiny white blossoms, as it swelled into bitter black fruit.

在开始的时候，我想要放过儿子。

At first, I wanted to spare him.

我希望他仍然在北方耕作，把绿色的洋葱头

I wished he was still farming up north, tucking bulbs of green onions

填进土坑，给莴笋浇水，

into their beds and watering the lettuce,

土粒沾满双手，草帽环绕头顶。

his hands gritty, his head haloed in a straw hat.

但随着月份的堆积，我的自私在长大。

But as the months deepened, I grew selfish.

我希望他带着新的爱人来到这里。

I wanted him here with his new love.

当我经过盥洗间敞开的门，我希望

When I passed the open bathroom door, I wanted

看到他们在一起刷牙，

to see them brushing their teeth,

一个在马桶旁边，另一个靠着浴缸，

one perched on the toilet lid, one on the side of the tub,

嘴里泛着泡沫，说笑着，

laughing and talking through their foamy mouths,

蹿动的牙刷摩擦着牙齿。

toothbrushes rattling against their teeth.

就像鼠尾草在被摩擦的时候散发香气。就像石头

Like sage gives its scent when you crush it. Like stone

展示它的坚硬。他们幸福，并且触手可及。

is hard. They were happy and I could touch it.