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

满手时间，你向我走来——我说：

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

你的头发不是褐色的。

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

你轻轻撩起放到苦难的天平上，它比我重……

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

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

他们驾船到你这儿来把它装载，运去欲望市场出售——

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

你从深渊朝我微笑，我在还是那么轻的贝壳里对你哭泣。

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

我哭诉：你的头发不是褐色的，

you came closer and kissed me!

他们给你海水，你给他们鬈发……

你低声说：他们这就拿我去填充世界，我始终

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

是你心中一条凹陷的小路！

你说：把年年岁岁的叶子掖在身边——是时候了，

来亲亲我！

岁月的叶子是褐色的，你的头发不是。