Your hand full of hours, you came to me - and I said: Your hair is not brown.

你手中握满时间，向我走来──我说：

So you lifted it lightly on to the scales of grief; it weighed more than I...

你的头发并非棕色。

On ships they come to you and make it their cargo, then

于是你轻轻的把它托在悲痛的秤上，而它重过了我……

put it on sale in the markets of lust -You smile at me from the depth, I weep at you from the

他们坐着船来找你，将它运走，放在欲望的市场上出售──

scale that stays light. I weep: Your hair is not brown, they offer brine from

你从深处向我微笑，我从轻盈的躯壳里向你哭泣。

the sea and you give them curls ... You whisper: They're filling the world with me now,

我哭道：你的头发并非棕色，他们给你海水，你却还以卷发.……

in your heart I'm a hollow way still! You say: Lay the leafage of years beside you - it's time

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！

you came closer and kissed me!

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！

可是，岁月的枝叶是棕色的，你的头发却不是。

The leafage of years is brown, your hair is not brown.