Along life’s blade,

我曾經接觸過幸福，

I turned once toward happiness.

沿著生活的鋒刃拐彎。

Blackbirds trilled sweetly winter nights,

黑鳥在冬夜裏婉轉鳴唱，

dead leaves the folded wings of angels.

枯葉卻像天使們夾緊了翅膀。

I walked spring’s bright riverbank once,

我曾經走過春光明媚的河堤，

the Sirens singing beyond plum blossoms.

李花背後塞壬的歌聲兇猛。

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

就讓那些命運的姐妹懲罰我吧，

may night bind me.

我仍然傾聽，讓黑夜把我捆綁。

One’s beloved wounds deepest;

傷口中最疼痛的是來自愛人的傷害，

I’ve read the darkest line:

我讀過一句最不幸的詩：

“Delighting in cruel injury,

「我把殘酷的羞辱當作幸福，

I live as in a dream.”

我生活著，然而我身在夢境。」

This morning is no morning, but a lost battle;

今天的早晨不叫做早晨，叫做淪陷；

the bed no bed, but a thicket of thorns.

床也不叫做床，叫做荊棘叢林。

Man is no angel, but may be a biscuit,

人卻不叫做天使，也許叫做餅乾，

crumbled, gulped, digested by winter.

我粉碎了，被冬天的胃消化吞嚥。

I once touched happiness,

但是啊，我卻曾經接觸過幸福，

when old snow was fresh, stroking my face.

那些舊雪曾經新鮮，輕撫過我的臉。

I once wore life’s ice skates,

我曾經穿著生活的冰刀滑冰，

around heaven’s pit

那麼短暫，在天堂的陷阱上劃了個半圓。

etching my brief half circle.