试译 LANCE HENSON 短诗一首

(I read these simple words, the magic of native American words, saturated with the feeling embedded in depth but emerge unto the surface of simplicity，like the cap of an iceberger in the sea. Yes, simple words. But they touch me so much that I fell compelled to make an understanding of them. And the result is this rendering into Chinese. ) SOLITARY ON A COLD NIGHT I FORGET THE STORY OF MY BIRTH I FORGET THE LONG FINGERS OF SLEEP THE MAGIC OF NAMES TO GO ALONE I BEGIN MY ASKING THE WINDS FORGIVENESS 孤独 在一个寒冷的夜 忘了我出生的事 忘了沉梦细长的手指 那些姓名的魔力 孤独的远去 去祈求风的 宽恕

[影云]

孤独

在一个寒夜里
我忘了出生的故事

忘了睡眠修长的手指
名字的魔法

只为独行

我开始祈求风的
宽恕


好诗！