Your hand full of hours, you came to me – and I said:

你手中握满时间，向我走来──我说：

‘Your hair is not brown.’

你的头发并非棕色。

You lifted it, lightly,

于是你轻轻的把它托在悲痛的秤上，而它重过了我……

on to the balance of grief,

他们坐着船来找你，将它运走，放在欲望的市场上出售──

it was heavier than I.

你从深处向我微笑，我从轻盈的躯壳里向你哭泣。

我哭道：你的头发并非棕色，他们给你海水，你却还以卷发.……

They come to you on their ships, and make it their load,

你轻声说：他们已经在用我填充这个世界，而我却还是你心里的一条狭路！

then put it on sale in the markets of lust.

你说：把岁月的枝叶放在脚边吧──是该你过来亲吻我的时候了！

You smile at me from the deep.

可是，岁月的枝叶是棕色的，你的头发却不是。

I weep at you from the scale that’s still light.

I weep: Your hair is not brown.

They offer salt-waves of the sea,

and you give them spume.

You whisper: ‘They’re filling the world with me now,

and for you I’m still a hollow way in the heart!

You say: ‘Lay the leaf-work of years by you, it’s time,

that you came here and kissed me.

The leaf-work of years is brown, your hair is not brown.