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

你的手满握着时间，你走向我——而我说：你的头发不是褐色。

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

于是你将它轻轻托起在悲哀之天平上，它的重量超过我……

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

在船上他们来到你跟前，将它作他们的货物，然后

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

放在欲望的街市出售——你在深处对着我微笑，我从天平

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

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

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

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，

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

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

you came closer and kissed me!

更加靠近并亲吻我的时候了！

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

岁月的叶子是褐色，而你的头发不是。