人的一生没有足够的时间

A man doesn’t have time in his life

去完成每一件事情。

to have time for everything.

没有足够的空间

He doesn’t have seasons enough to have

去容纳每一个欲望。《传道书》

a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes

的说法是错误的。

Was wrong about that.

人不得不在恨的同时也在爱，

A man needs to love and to hate at the same moment,

用同一双眼睛欢笑并且哭泣

to laugh and cry with the same eyes,

用同一双手抛掷石块

with the same hands to throw stones and to gather them,

并且堆聚石块，

to make love in war and war in love.

在战争中制造爱并且在爱中制造战争。

And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,

憎恨并且宽恕，追忆并且遗忘

to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest

规整并且搅混，吞食并且消化——

what history

那历史用漫长年代

takes years and years to do.

造就的一切。

A man doesn’t have time.

人的一生没有足够的时间。

When he loses he seeks, when he finds

当他失去了他就去寻找

he forgets, when he forgets he loves, when he loves

当他找到了他就遗忘

he begins to forget.

当他遗忘了他就去爱

当他爱了他就开始遗忘。

And his soul is seasoned, his soul

他的灵魂是博学的

is very professional.

并且非常专业，

Only his body remains forever

但他的身体始终是业余的，

an amateur. It tries and it misses,

不断在尝试和摸索。

gets muddled, doesn’t learn a thing,

他不曾学会，总是陷入迷惑，

drunk and blind in its pleasures

沉醉与迷失在悲喜里。

and its pains.

人将在秋日死去，犹如一颗无花果，

萎缩，甘甜，充满自身。

He will die as figs die in autumn,

树叶在地面干枯，

Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,

光秃秃的枝干直指某个地方

the leaves growing dry on the ground,

只有在那里，万物才各有其时。

the bare branches pointing to the place

where there’s time for everything.