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《诗殿堂》特辑选登006期 - 2 白水河自然之思八首

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《诗殿堂》特辑选登006期 - 2

白水河自然之思八首

Eight Poems by Bai Shui He

（选自《诗殿堂》第八期）

白水河的诗用唯美、浪漫、电影蒙太奇般连续的现实景物展现内心复杂的意识流动，具象描写融合抽象隐喻通往意识象征境界，以咏叹调般的吟唱，抒发对世界和人生的深切感悟 (摘自李诗信评语)。

Bai Shui He’s poems show the inner complex flow of consciousness via the presentation of scenes of aesthetics, romance and montage. The concrete descriptions integrated with the abstract metaphor lead to the realm of symbolic ideology; her poems resemble an aria, expressing her thoughts of the world and life (Comments by Li Shixin).

水

雨水河水海水……

天下的水

都有一种本领—自愈

抽刀不断

且不留

伤痕

水是最好的药

每天我外用内服

接纳、宽恕

受伤七次

或七十个七次

仍完整如水

Water

Rain water, river water, sea water...

All of the water in the world

Has the same ability — self healing

Even the sharpest sword fails to cut it open

Or gives it any

Scar

Water is the best medicine

Every day, I drink it, use it

With acceptance and forgiveness

Even if I am hurt seven times

Or seventy times seven

I am still whole as water

在荷田

荷被还原成荷

逃避光环和赞美

我被还原成我

远离喧嚣放下戒备

低下来低下来

低到一朵荷赏生命之尊贵

高上去高上去

高过绽放、凋落思生命之循回

In the Lotus Field

Here, lotus is restored into lotus

Fleeing from the halo of praise

I am restored into me

Distancing from hullabaloo, off my guard

Bend down, down

Down further to a lotus bloom

To appreciate the nobility of life

Rise up, up

Up beyond the blooming and fading of flowers

To ponder over the cycle of life

芙蓉树

我只是想起

那两排芙蓉树

开花的季节我到达那里

告别时

暗藏的花儿等待新的面孔

多年之后芙蓉树仍站立

铁打的校园收割流水的青春

而我的青春

定格在遥望紫金山的时刻

淡淡的向往、迷离

被风的手指翻阅抚慰

又存积

归来时我变成一个局外人

在陌生的人流寻找自己的痕迹

曾经的停留成为驿站

而我那渐远的故乡

和越来越陌生的异乡啊

在世间我没有根

不如芙蓉一棵

A Hibiscus

I just think of

The two rows of hibiscus

In the flowering season I arrived there

When I was leaving

Those latent flowers were awaiting new faces

Many years later, those hibiscus trees are still there

The iron-like campus harvests flowing youth

And my youth

Was fixed at the exact moment

Of gazing at the Purple Mountain from afar

The slight longings and bewilderment

Were flipped through by the fingers of breeze, soothed

And piled up

I return as an outsider

Among the streaming strangers, I am looking for my trace

All those stopovers become post stations

Oh, my hometown that is distancing from me

Oh, this country where I sojourn is getting unfamiliar

In the human world I am rootless

Inferior to a hibiscus

窗里的天空

常常倚窗望那一方天空

因着遥远的召唤

顺着飞鸟和浮云的去向

解不出远山排列的方程

风要去往何处这般匆匆

树们默然伫立

岁月是一支黄绿的彩笔

旧时相识旧时相识

其实我什么也没看懂

常常倚窗望那一方天空

浓浓的思绪渐渐稀释

不再汹涌

多少个日子就这么过去

全无诗意

那天我是一株水仙

静静地长在窗前

守着阳光

守着月色

守着那一方无言的天空

The Sky Window-framed

Very often, leaning upon the window I gaze into the sky

Due to a remote calling

My gaze follows the flight of birds and floating clouds

The mysterious array of distant hills

The unknown whereabouts of the wind, in such a hurry

Trees standing in solemn silence

Time is a crayon of green and yellow

Oh, old acquaintances, old acquaintances

I see what I see, actually I don’t see at all

Very often, leaning upon the window I gaze into the sky

My strong longings getting subdued

No longer cause a stir

Just like this, so many days are gone forever

No poetic feelings

That day I, a daffodil

Quietly grew by the window sill

Basking in the sunshine

Basking in the moonlight

Basking in the speechless sky

远方

山之外仍是山吗

就像岁月之外仍是岁月

远方在前路似乎很长

青春是唯一的行囊

风中黑发如一面旗帜

脚步敲醒露珠的睡意

虽然也会彷徨

但远方之神秘如激情的召唤

走了许久才发现

无论如何虔诚地紧捧双手

总有许多重要的内容

从指缝滑落

远方之无情

如流水如时光

踏月而行踏水而行

每一步都有什么被踩入泥土

那么脚印中会不会长出

粉柔的小花

在回望时

轻轻摇动远方之从容

当暮色袭来

允许我驻足聆听远山

仿佛有掌声在白发间回荡

溅起一片多皱的往事

我们将走进夜

走进思念直到被忘却

而远方仍令人心酸地年轻

远方之远一生不能及

也许我与她的距离

从未缩短

通向远方的这段路

却是注定的旅程

The Horizon

Are there mountains beyond mountains?

Just like there are years beyond years

The horizon is ahead, the road seems too long

Youth is the sole belonging

In the wind, black hair flutters like a flag

Footsteps drive away the sleepiness of dews

Although I was hesitant

Yet the mysteries at the distance lured me like passion did

After quite a tramp did I come to understand

No matter how piously and tightly I hold my hands

There are always some contents of great value

Slipping through my fingers

The horizon is relentless

As the running water, as time

With every step under the moon, every wade

Something is trodden into the soil

Well, from each footprint can spring

Tiny flowers of tender pink?

Flowers that sway calm lure of the horizon

Softly at me when I gaze back

When dusk falls

Allow me to halt, to listen for

Applause from the distant mountains

That echoes between grey hairs

Splashing past events full of wrinkles

We will be walking into night

Into longing until into oblivion

But, to my poignancy, the horizon is still youthful

The horizon is unreachable in one life

Perhaps, the distance between me and her

Is never shortened

But, the road toward the distance

Is a journey predestined

窗外

我的窗像一个荧屏

流转着清晨到日落的光影

漂浮过各种形状的云朵

树们静默不语只悄悄变幻了颜色

匆匆行过的车

每一个冰冷坚硬的外壳

都承载着柔软的悲欢离合

而路过的人每一天都是新的吗？

我一个也不记得

就像行人不会留意一扇窗

我看窗外的时刻

时光流走了

岁月刻上我的额

仿佛窗也在看我

Outside My Window

My window is like a fluorescent screen

On which float light and shadows from dawn to dusk

As well as clouds of all shapes

The trees are standing still, but changing color gradually

Each of the passing cars

Has a cold and hard shell

That protects and shelters soft joys and sorrows

What about the passers-by? Are they new each day?

I remember none of them

Just as none of them will notice a window

While I am gazing out of the window

Time slips by

And engraves on my forehead

The window seems to be gazing at me too

五月的告白

蜜蜂对紫藤的告白

是嗡嗡的低语和亲吻

五月的风摇动她的铃

她的芳香

我的告白

是细数她的浓紫淡紫浅粉

她飘落在地的小小花瓣

和粗糙扭曲的藤

是追溯她的故土

她的冬天

以及所有不开花的日子

Confessions in May

The bees’ confession to wisteria

Is humming whispers and kisses

The breeze in May shakes her bells

Wafts her sweet scent

And my confession is

To gaze at her dark purple, light purple and pink

Her tiny petals aground

And rough twisted vines

Are to trace back to her homeland

Her winter

And all the days with no blooms

树的生命

在冬天到来之前

我高举着花朵

注定要枯萎、落地的花朵

即使被摧残被落叶

我不想成为别的什么

因为失去也是一种生活

安慰我的总是阳光和雨水

你看那空中和落地的水

抽刀不断

甚至不见一丝伤痕

崭新的春天将催生崭新的枝条

秋天我还开花

朵朵都是我内心的火

我的使命就是做一棵树

有萧条有繁盛卑微又宝贵

向土地交代

向高空交代

The Life of a Tree

Before winter comes

I hold high flowers

That are destined to fade and fall aground

Even if devastated and stripped off leaves

I don’t want to be something else

For losing is also a way of life

What comforts me is always sunshine and rainwater

Behold, the water in the air and the water falling aground

Cannot be stopped by any sword

Even no scar is caused

A brand-new spring will foster brand-new twigs

And autumn will find me flowery again

Each blossom is ablaze with my inner fire

And my mission is to be a tree

That shrinks and prospers alternately

That is humble and noble simultaneously

To report myself to the land

To report myself to the high sky

Translated by Wang Changling / 王昌玲译

作者简介

白水河, 本名焦海丽。现居美国。诗作发表于海内外报刊杂志，出版有双语诗集《风的长廊》(王昌玲译）。

Bai Shui He，official name Jiao Haili, lives in the United States. Her works have been published in newspapers and magazines at home and abroad, and she has published a bilingual collection of poems A Breezy Corridor of Life (translated by Wang Changling).

译者简介

王昌玲七星译诗社之天璇星，任职于安徽师范大学外国语学院。热爱翻译，发表汉语杂文英译数篇，出版合译著数部；两次获得韩素音翻译大赛汉译英之优秀奖(2009, 2018)。座右铭：我译，故我在。诗观：诗，是灵魂的救赎。

Wang Changling, alias Celestial Gem of Seven Stars Poetry Translation Society, teaches at the School of Foreign Studies, Anhui Normal University. Much into translation, she has published several English versions of Chinese essays and co-translated several books. She has been awarded twice for Excellent C/E Translation in Han Suyin Award for Young Translators (2009, 2018), and awarded the first prize for C/E Translation in the First Straits English Contest (2010). Her motto: I translate, therefore I am. To her, poetry is what redeems the soul.

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