譯詩之葉

●漂水花

羅門 /詩 

Translated by Morris Huang

我們蹲下來

We lowered ourselves to squat

天空與山也蹲下來

The sky and mountains are squatting

看我們用石片

Watching us throwing a flat stone

對準海平面

Aiming at the sea level

削去半個世紀

To chip off or raze out a half century

一座五十層高的歲月

When there was a 50-story tall building of months and years

倒在遠去的炮聲裡

Collapsed falling amid the sound of gun  shot that’s gone faraway

沉下去

And sunken down

六歲的童年

A child at the age of six

跳著水花來

Leaping over the spraying water flowers

找到我們

Coming to find us

不停的說

Repeatedly claiming

石片是鳥翅

The piece bod flat stone was the wing of a bird

不是彈片

Not shell pieces

要把海與我們

Wanna fly up together

都飛起來

The sea and us

一路飛回去

Flying all the way homebound

譯詩之葉

●蚯蚓/洛夫

Translated by Morris Huang

蚯蚓

Earthworms

一節節

Node after node

丈量大地的悲情

It uses to measure the sadness of the great earth

飽食泥土的憂鬱後

After having eaten up full of the mud of grief

一腔冷血何時才能沸騰?

When can the chestful of cold blood get boiled?

●詩人洛夫的幽默

An unbelievable sense of humor

Translated by Morris Huang

做什麼不嫌晚，譬如愛

It's never too late to make or fall in something, for example, love

與其我們讓細火慢燉

We'd rather let the small fire slowly cook and stew it

不如抱一塊冷漠的石頭入睡

Than embrace a lump of icy cold stone falling asleep

做完之後整個世界便為之癱瘓

After that the whole world will get paralyzed

譯詩之葉

【孤 舟】 楊子澗

A Lonely Boat

 答孟浩然《宿建德江》之二

Translated by Morris Huang

No. 2 To Echo A Poem by MENG Hao-ran entitled

“Lodging at Jian De River”

環湖的山麓暗了天色，益發沉重

The sky looked darkened with the lake surrounded by the mountains at the foot, which turned ever heavier

倒影被壓縮成一道暈開的濃墨

The reflection was suppressed to shrink into a stroke of dark ink being water dyeing and coloring

水面上蕩漾的微波是山風的足跡

On the water surface waves are agitated to evoke small circles of ripples that were the footprints of hilly breeze

今夜，天色恐怕是神傷黯然

Tonight, the sky is feared to be feeling dejected and depressed

一葉渺小的扁舟，找不到泊岸

A leaf-size tiny flat boat, found nowhere to anchor along the shore for docking

就任其漂流吧！萬籟是俱寂了

Why not let It be freely drifting! All nature’s hushed as a profound silence prevails all over

塵世已擾擾紛紛，隨他吧

不必愁鄉；只剩滿腔的秋心

The red dust world already in a hubbub of hustling and bustling, let it be no need to feel nostalgic, with only a chestful of warm heart In autumn

註：孟浩然《宿建德江》

移舟泊煙渚，日暮客愁新。

Rowing the boat to seek for a docking place amid the bank in the smoke, into the dusk that revoked the sadness of the guests

野曠天低樹，江清月近人。

In the vastness of the sky above the wilderness the trees looked short and low, making the river clearer and cleaner when the moon was seen ever closer to the boaters.

譯詩之葉

〈棉花糖〉／冷霜緋

童年　渲染了一段色彩

記憶輕飄飄地

圍繞

柑仔店的彈珠台

斜靠石牆旁的腳踏車

和沾滿塵埃的皮球

故鄉　每片影子

在風裡朦朧地翻捲

一朵朵香甜的夢

不小心　又在眼眸底下

輕輕融化了

〈Cotton Candy〉 / Leng Shuang-fei

 英譯／黃敏裕教授

Washing and blending a period of coloring

In memory that lightly drifting to be

Surrounding

The stand of lead marble games at an old-style grocery

Leaning to one side against the stony wall was a bicycle and

The leather ball that’s all covered with dust

In my hometown each film is

Curling and spinning in the misty breeze mist are

One by one the sweet dreams of flower fragrance

Inadvertently and carelessly again in front of the eyes

Lightly they’re fading away

譯詩之葉

〈拆食落腹〉 /黃徙

蜘蛛網

人的目珠看去是避邪八卦

胡蠅蠓仔看去是死亡的陷阱

蜘蛛公看去是眠夢眠床

鋪佇春天

網中攏是糖甘蜜甜

夜蟲飛入去變做糖含仔

你的視線飛入去

死體變做花蕊

花絲牽佇熱--人

風吹日曝雨淋

一个大網已經空空

你講是繡房閣春色無邊

按呢攏知影

蜘蛛公是按怎鼻著

蜘蛛母的愛已經飽滇

是按怎

欲一步一步踏入情的斷崖

行向絕峰嶺

親像山風欲跳落萬底深坑

秋色欲埋入霜雪

寒--人

欲共天地堅涷

為著生春天

蜘蛛母共深愛

拆食落腹

疼痛，不知不覺

●〈Worrying to pieces

 ingestible into the stomach〉

/Translated by Hytower

A spider web

In human eyes a hexagram of eight diagrams to ward off evil

In fly eyes a trap of death.

And in male spider eyes a sleep bed to have dreams

Spreads in Spring

Wherein there are lollilops and sweet honey all around

Nocturnal insects who fly in are licked as lollilops

While your sight flies in

For dead body to become stamen

Filaments are drawn in Summer

After being blown by the wind, exposed to the sun and drenched by the rain

A large cobweb is empty

You say it’s a boudoir wherein there is a riot of Spring color

How do you know

How male spiders smell out the fact

That female spiders’ love has been full to the brim

How

Would he stumbled into the cliff of love step by step

Toward the summit

Just as the mountain wind would jump into the fathomless bottom of valley

And the autumn color would be buried in the frost and snow

In Winter

They freeze together with the sky and earth

To give birth to Spring

The female spider, with deep love

Worries him to pieces ingestible into the stomach

And the pain, she is unaware