《这个词》 by 库尼亚尔

《这个词》作者：库尼亚尔  林木译

 

我现在也说不清受什么驱使

把夏日关在窗外，呆在房间里。

或者说企图如此。大多数时候躺在床上。

是我父亲，站在门框处

没有进来 —— 而是停下琢磨着那段

回响在耳边的劝告：“不论什么样子，

 

都得享受这生活。” 他说了两遍。

而我，听着别扭 ——

在生活前面加了一个

 

定冠词。我心生分裂。羞愧。清楚。

自己懂得怎么说，外面阳光正好却仍

困在屋里。我是这里的土著。

却像在半路投宿。正如那个卡着的词。

那个定冠词，半对，半

错，仍夹在享受和生活之间。

 

The Word

by Zaffar Kunial

 

I couldn’t tell you now what possessed me

to shut summer out and stay in my room.

Or at least attempt to. In bed mostly.

It’s my dad, standing in the door frame

not entering – but pausing to shape advice

that keeps coming back. “Whatever is matter,

 

must enjoy the life.” He pronounced this twice.

And me, I heard wrongness in putting a the

 

before life. In two minds. Ashamed. Aware.

That I knew better, though was stuck inside

while the sun was out. That I’m native here.

In a halfway house. Like that sticking word.

That definite article, half right, half

wrong, still present between enjoy and life.