The summer night ripens

夏夜在纍纍的葡萄棚下

beneath a clustered grape arbor,

成熟，穿過繁急的熱瓦甫

amid intricate notes of the

與日本人美國人

rubab

咔擦的攝影

, and the snaps

我捕捉到你顧盼

of cameras—Americans, Japanese.

的眼睛

I catch

your drifting gaze.

那是一雙

異域的眸子

Your foreign glance

深邃而又晶瑩

deep and glistening

像流水，在什麼地方邂逅過

as the waters of the River Jiao

像交河

forked around the Gobi plateau,

流過孤懸的小島

gliding like separate years

分兩路

that once again embrace.

在砂礫下，潛藏

流過戈壁灘

Midnight beneath the arbor,

流過歲月

the weaving strings gone mute,

又重會纏抱了

their maze of notes

呵交河

strewn across the earth.

那可是時空的倒錯？

A Uighur scatters cool water in his shadow.

Another wipes his horseboots.

半夜裏繁絃聲啞去了

As I rinse, turning my head

葡萄棚下，纍纍

in the tap’s cool Tian Shan stream,

散落一地的音符

I see a camel’s eyes, big,

一個維族人向自己的影子灑水

half closed as in farewell,

另一個用布抹長筒皮靴

digesting the whole desert.

我起來抹汗

我把頭仰向水龍喉，等候

來自天山的冰涼

這時，我看到一雙

駱駝的大眼睛半閉上

彷彿告別了

而又開始反芻沙漠……