在阿格拉红堡，我，就这么隔岸对望
以轻缓的嘀咕，接受亚穆纳河
长满波纹的悲伤。欲望之外，镜屋
早已不见炽烈的目光。唯有晨风
潮汛似的和声，一阵紧似一阵，难知所终

我，只能从忧伤的窗口，眺望白色穹顶
耀眼的白，折射天空极限的蓝
刻骨的痛感，奔疾而至
沙贾汗。泰姬玛哈尔。死亡，或重生
都不会赋形确凿的描述。金杖与战争
轻而易举，搅浑了甜蜜的场境
最美的嫁衣，浮动雾霭之间，凝重时光

我知道，这些人的身世
与无数水晶与宝石，珊瑚与翡翠
曾经获取过至尊的资格。但隐藏的悲伤
犹如沉重的砂岩，压着不能移动的门窗
旁观的苦涩，更能感知一截枯枝
不堪入目的苍老。亚穆纳河畔
一份草木的感动，取悦过一个女人的爱
此刻，却毫不在意，大理石的呼吸
爱如深渊。喧闹的人间，与纯净的神界
同样有惊世的俗事
但俘虏的灵魂，不会适应别人的身体
岩鸽的记忆，已从睡眠中醒来
生命必须奔赴，让隐形的肖象
微妙地，占有一席之地

我想，以高贵的名字命名
称之为纪念碑，刻下爱的铭文
不必去探明真相。只以一滴泪珠
宽慰持久的爱的孤独
 
Taj Mahal

Gong Xuan

At Agra Fort, I’m watching from across the river
listening to the gentle murmurs of Jumna,
sympathizing with its rippling sorrows.
Without desire, the Mirror Room’s passionate gaze has long gone.
Only morning breeze and harmonics like tidal waves in fits and starts,
have no idea where they will end.
 
I can only look out from the sorrowful window, overlooking the white dome
its dazzling whiteness, reflecting the infinite blue of the sky
Deeply ingrained pain, rushing towards me
Shah Jahan. Taj Mahal. Death, or rebirth
defies concrete and unambiguous description. Gold rod and war
roiled the sweet scenes of love in a breeze
The most beautiful wedding dress, is floating in the mist of time.

I know, the upbringings of these people
were entwined with numerous diamonds and jewels,
corals and jades, and distinguished titles. But their secret sorrows
were heavy as granites, pressing the immovable doors and windows
The onlooker knows better the unsightly oldness of deadwood.
By the riverside of Jumna, plants once tried to win the heart of one woman.
But now, it doesn’t give a care about the breath of marbles.
Love so deep as the abyss. In both the noisy human world and the pure divine world
there exist worldly affairs. But the soul of a captive
will never fit in the body of someone else.
The memory of rock pigeon has awakened from slumber
Life must rush forward, and leave a subtle place
for the invisible figure.
 
I wish to name it with a noble name
call it a memorial, engrave on it an epigraph of love
with no need to dig out the truth.
A drop of tear is enough to bring solace to lasting solitude.
 
 
杰弗斯的石屋与鹰塔
 
卡梅尔海湾，寂静的荒野
与涌涛的喧嚣，把内心寄居的感觉
织成惶恐的网。鸟飞雾起
我，看不到石屋的侧影
看不到鹰塔的踪迹
所谓世界的尽头
就是海的一边，峭壁的冷峻
使石头只能爱上石头

吴哥窟的弃石，长城的砖
亚瑟王古堡海滩的鹅卵
图尔巴列利塔的碎石
瓷片，陨块，与墓园的残碑
坚如磐石。空隙间
生长的某种意念
守着灵魂的堡垒，从前的时光
早已耗尽思想的触角

苏格兰民谣，斯坦威钢琴
老照片与旧地图，雪莱墓前的枯叶
楔形文字的巴比伦砖
以及古老的玩偶，可以为一个女人
固守神谕的光阴，但诗歌的刻度
连成的一片命纹，又怎能喻示未来的梦想

石屋，不会推算过路的节令
海狮吼叫着，极具质感的声音
也湮没浪涛之中
向前，就有海岸的风景
桉树，翠柏，蒙特雷松
依然是过去的样子。它们挺立着
以胜利者的姿态，为被折磨的灵魂
构造悬崖上的鹰塔。海雾中
薰衣草，迷迭香，天竺葵的清香
由远及近。记忆，被水鸟啄破
没有谁固执己见，还想偷窃雨水和阳光
以世俗之痛，埋怨一棵树
或者一座石屋与鹰塔的清冷

把你的心献给尤娜吧
那一个地方
谁走过，谁就能成为它的知己
 
 
Jeffers’ Stone House and Eagle Tower

Gong Xuan

Carmel Bay, the silent wilderness
and the roaring of waves, weave the loneliness of a sojourner
into a web of malaise. Birds fly, the mist rises
I cannot see the silhouette of the Stone House
or a trace of the Eagle Tower
The so-called the end of the world
is just the other side of the sea, the coldness of the cliffs
can only make stone fall in love with stone.

The abandoned stones of Angkor Wat, the bricks of the Great Wall
the pebbles of King Arthur’s castle beach
the gravel of Tulbarelita
broken ceramics, meteorite debris, and remnant steles in the graveyard
are solid as a rock. Between the gaps
some kind of thought is growing                                                                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                 
guarding the fort of the soul, the old days
have long used up the antennas of thought

Scottish ballads, Steinway piano
old photos and ancient maps, withered leaves in front of Shelley’s grave
the bricks of Babylon with cuneiform
and puppets of ancient times, they can defend a woman
from the time in oracle, but how could the lines
engraved by poetry, indicate dreams of the future

The Stone House is unable to guess at seasons
Sea lions are roaring, their rich sounds
drowned in the waves
Looking ahead, there lies the gorgeous coastal scenery
Eucalyptus, cypress, Monterey pines
They are as they used to be. They stand upright
like a winner, constructing for tortured souls
the Eagle Tower on the cliff. In the mist over the sea
the fragrance of lavender, rosemary, geranium
is slowly dispersing. Memories are pecked broken by waterfowls
Nobody can follow his bigoted course, while stealing the rain and sunshine
To blame a tree or the coldness of the Stone House and the Eagle Tower
with the pain of the secular

Give your heart to Una
Whoever goes there
Will become its bosom friend.