你的手充满时间，你走向我——而我说：

Your hand full of hours, you came to me - and I said: Your hair is not brown.

你的头发并非褐色

So you lifted it lightly on to the scales of grief; it weighed more than I...

于是你把它轻轻地举在悲哀的天平上：它

On ships they come to you and make it their cargo, then

重过了我......

put it on sale in the markets of lust -You smile at me from the depth, I weep at you from the

scale that stays light. I weep: Your hair is not brown, they offer brine from

他们上船走向你将它载走，然后

the sea and you give them curls ... You whisper: They're filling the world with me now,

放在欲望的市场里出售——

in your heart I'm a hollow way still! You say: Lay the leafage of years beside you - it's time

你从深处对我微笑，我从轻盈停驻的贝壳

you came closer and kissed me!

里向你哭泣

我哭着：你的头发并非褐色，他们从海里

The leafage of years is brown, your hair is not brown.

提供苦水而你给他们鬈发......

你低语：他们正以我填充世界，于是，我

在心里留出一条狭隘的路！

你说：放下岁月的叶子在你身边——是更亲密

地贴近并吻我的时候了！

岁月的叶子是褐色的，而你的头发

并非如此。