我曾經接觸過幸福，

Along life’s blade,

沿著生活的鋒刃拐彎。

I turned once toward happiness.

黑鳥在冬夜裏婉轉鳴唱，

Blackbirds trilled sweetly winter nights,

枯葉卻像天使們夾緊了翅膀。

dead leaves the folded wings of angels.

我曾經走過春光明媚的河堤，

I walked spring’s bright riverbank once,

李花背後塞壬的歌聲兇猛。

the Sirens singing beyond plum blossoms.

就讓那些命運的姐妹懲罰我吧，

I hear them still. May fate’s sisters punish me,

我仍然傾聽，讓黑夜把我捆綁。

may night bind me.

傷口中最疼痛的是來自愛人的傷害，

One’s beloved wounds deepest;

我讀過一句最不幸的詩：

I’ve read the darkest line:

「我把殘酷的羞辱當作幸福，

“Delighting in cruel injury,

我生活著，然而我身在夢境。」

I live as in a dream.”

今天的早晨不叫做早晨，叫做淪陷；

This morning is no morning, but a lost battle;

床也不叫做床，叫做荊棘叢林。

the bed no bed, but a thicket of thorns.

人卻不叫做天使，也許叫做餅乾，

Man is no angel, but may be a biscuit,

我粉碎了，被冬天的胃消化吞嚥。

crumbled, gulped, digested by winter.

但是啊，我卻曾經接觸過幸福，

I once touched happiness,

那些舊雪曾經新鮮，輕撫過我的臉。

when old snow was fresh, stroking my face.

我曾經穿著生活的冰刀滑冰，

I once wore life’s ice skates,

那麼短暫，在天堂的陷阱上劃了個半圓。

around heaven’s pit

etching my brief half circle.