We talk about the life of Virginia Wolf
and the skirt of the lady gone away on hobby horseback
The hobby horse deserted its owner
and just tinkling a bell, went away in the autumn
Inside a wine bottle stars fall
A dejected star lightly falls to pieces against my breast
The girl I've been acquainted with a little while
grows by the trees and plants in the garden
When literature dies, human life is lifeless,
and even the truth of love forsakes the shadow of love and hatred
the lovely lady on hobby horseback isn't seen
Time is what goes and comes
We at one time withered getting out of isolation
but now should say good-by.
Hearing the sound of the wine bottle falling down by the wind
Should watch an old woman writer's eyes
Although the light is not seen
- from the lighthouse -
for the future of pessimism just stored away
We should remember the plaintive sound of the hobby hores
Although everything goes away or dies
holding our dim consciousness just left in our bossom
We should listen to the sad story of Virginia Wolf
like the snake having found the bloom of youth through two rock's crack
Should drink a glass of wine with our eyes open
Human life is not anything lonely
it is commonplace just like a cover of a magazine
then why do we leave in fear of something deplorable
while the hobby horse is in heaven
the tingle of a bell is ringing around out ears
while an autumn
is crying choked with sorrow in my fallen wine bottle -
(英譯 董一成 2008.5.21)
