A man doesn’t have time in his life

人的一生没有足够时日

to have time for everything.

去完成每件事，

He doesn’t have seasons enough to have

他没有足够时间

a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes

去实现每个目的。

Was wrong about that.

《传道书》对此论断错了。

人必须同时爱与恨，

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,

用同一双眼笑与哭，

to laugh and cry with the same eyes,

用同一双手抛掷和堆聚石头，

with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,

争战中萌发爱，爱中孕育争战，

to make love in war and war in love.

憎恨而宽恕，铭记而遗忘，

And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,

筹备而混乱，吞食而消化，

to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest

这是历史

what history

千万年的所为。

takes years and years to do.

人没有足够时日。

A man doesn’t have time.

当他失去，他寻找，

When he loses he seeks, when he finds

当他找到，他遗忘，

he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves

当他遗忘，他热爱，

he begins to forget.

当他热爱，他又开始遗忘。

And his soul is seasoned, his soul

他的灵魂经验丰富，

is very professional.

他的灵魂非常专业，

Only his body remains forever

但是他的肉身永远业余。

an amateur. It tries and it misses,

它尝试，它失败，

gets muddled, doesn’t learn a thing,

庸庸碌碌，一无所学，

drunk and blind in its pleasures

在喜乐和痛苦间

and its pains.

沉湎而盲目。

He will die as figs die in autumn,

他将死，像无花果死在秋天，

Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,

枯萎，饱含自身，甘甜，

the leaves growing dry on the ground,

叶子在地上变干，

the bare branches pointing to the place

秃枝指向之处，

where there’s time for everything.

那里，万物皆有时日。