I stand concealed

我隱蔽地站在這裏

like a gull waiting for a fish to fly.

像一隻海鳥在起飛前等待一隻魚。

Passengers with the same oaths and expectations

行人揣著相同的誓言和期待

come and go on the harbor wall,

在防波堤上來來去去，

the years slide slowly over the sails

歲月慢慢鼓起風帆

like rainwater on a badly leveled path.

像雨水在不平的路面上積存。

The eras of longing end up beyond the horizon,

渴望的年代在地平線的另一邊終止，

in the village on the shore where at night

在那海邊的村莊，夜裏

an old woman hides her coins in a kerchief

老婦人拿一塊方巾包裹起錢幣

that once covered her hair.

她曾把它繫在頭上。