每到夜晚，永恆的月亮，繼續

Night rises, and the undying moon resumes

在池塘、湖泊泛濫；水仙花那樣

its undulance on lakes, ponds; like narcissus

在蓮葉之間，並不怎麼羞怯

among lotus leaves, unashamed

把自己看了又看；漸漸懂得

beholding itself once more, once more

選擇，譬如說，汴梁城中

seeing all its choices: in the city of Bianliang

王右丞家門口那四眼井

those four wells beside the house of Wang Wei,

看來像照相館，複製一打半打

pumping out like photoshops a dozen

澄澈的映象，電子傳真，給

limpid images, faxed to Li Bai, Du Fu,

李白、杜甫、杜牧或李商隱

Du Mu, Li Shangyin.

自遠古時代，不見老的月亮，已擁有

For millennia, the ageless moon’s cast

無數反射又折射

countless reflections, refractions,

複叠的鏡廊，無花果那樣

itself a hall of folding mirrors. Like the fig,

靜悄悄單性繁殖，直到巨大

monosexual, reproducing in silence,

獨一的複眼滿溢，容不得雨水和陽光

till the great bald eye brims over,

對於太陽，誰說不是又愛又恨呢？

no room for rain or sunlight.

只有月亮最鐘愛詩人，詩人

For the sun, who loves it without hate?

也一樣；外國的，衣衣·肯明斯吧

The moon alone favors poets,

中國，自然是蘇軾。瞧不起

as they favor it. E. E. Cummings in China,

秉燭夜遊的讀書人，投石

of course Su Shi. To hell with intellectuals

打破水中天的新郎，愛在

roaming the night by candle, throwing stones

月夜泅泳的戀人。兼愛如墨子

shattering the watery bridegroom of the sky, where lovers

愛提花燈的童子，點香斗的女子

long to swim through moonlit nights. Love free as Mozi

吃菱角的漢子，喝酒起舞的書獃子

loved the boy lifting festive lanterns.

愛水珠、荷葉、臉盆和木桶

Love the woman lighting the incense pot,

愛一切的團團圓圓

the man eating water chestnuts,

the bookworms drinking and dancing.

Love water beads, lotus leaves,

washbasins, wooden buckets,

love all the round reunions.