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

你的手满握着时间，你走向我——而我说：你的头发不是褐色。

‘Your hair is not brown.’

于是你将它轻轻托起在悲哀之天平上，它的重量超过我……

You lifted it, lightly,

在船上他们来到你跟前，将它作他们的货物，然后

on to the balance of grief,

放在欲望的街市出售——你在深处对着我微笑，我从天平

it was heavier than I.

轻的那头对着你流泪。我哭泣：你的头发不是褐色，他们带给你

苦涩的海水而你给他们鬈发…… 你小声说：现在他们正拿我填补这世界，

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

在你心里我仍是一条空虚的路！你说：把岁月的叶子放在边上吧——是你

then put it on sale in the markets of lust.

更加靠近并亲吻我的时候了！

You smile at me from the deep.

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

岁月的叶子是褐色，而你的头发不是。

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.