楊林詩一首 英譯《灰》

Dust

楊林

By YANG-Lin Tr. East Sea Fairy

你一直低矮下去，直至接近一粒塵，

You keep lowering down, and down, till you are close to a dust

出生的舊居。那里，

In your old home there you were born. There is a dragonfly

蜻蜓掠過籬笆，你看不透的臉色像一把傘，

Flying across the fence. The look on the face that you can’t understand thoroughly

被黑染過，又透著白。

Is like an umbrella, though dyed black, looks white.

視線一再切割，像寺院的鐘聲，

The line of sight cut repeatedly is bewilderingly poised,

懸浮。迷茫。

Like the temple bell,

就要消失的時候，感覺一陣風，

Just at the moment when it dies away, you feel you are pushed

將你輕輕地推了一把。

By a blast of wind gently.