A man doesn’t have time in his life

人这一生总没时间

to have time for everything.

去完成任何事

He doesn’t have seasons enough to have

他试图抓住它

a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes

但伸手时

Was wrong about that.

时光已逝

照着传道书信神

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

也是虚空

to laugh and cry with the same eyes,

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

人不得不在恨的时候

to make love in war and war in love.

同时去爱

And to hate and forgive and remember and forget,

不得不用同一双眼

to arrange and confuse, to eat and to digest

流泪和笑

what history

用同一双手投掷石头

takes years and years to do.

然后又一次聚拢它们

在战争中做爱

A man doesn’t have time.

在爱中作战

When he loses he seeks, when he finds

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

去恨同时宽恕

he begins to forget.

记住同时遗忘

建构同时拆解

And his soul is seasoned, his soul

大吃同时消化

is very professional.

——那些千万年冲积而成的历史

Only his body remains forever

an amateur. It tries and it misses,

人总丢失时间

gets muddled, doesn’t learn a thing,

当他忘了来时路

drunk and blind in its pleasures

当他记起失去的旧事

and its pains.

当他忘了自己所爱

当他重新再爱

He will die as figs die in autumn,

那一刻又开始遗忘

Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,

the leaves growing dry on the ground,

他的灵魂不腐

the bare branches pointing to the place

并且相当专业

where there’s time for everything.

但他的身体始终是业余的

一次次努力一次次失去

晕头转向一无所得

在悲欣交集中

沉醉和迷失

他会在秋天死去

如一粒无花果

枯萎

但自成一体

满身甘甜

枯叶落了一地

干的枝条指着上天

只有那里

万物各有其时