September

九月

作者/海子

翻译/Dan Murphy



Witness the wildflowers on the grasslands where gods come to die
目击众神死亡的草原上野花一片

The wind – more distant than the furthest places
远在远方的风比远方更远

My lute crying out without tears
我的琴声呜咽 泪水全无

I return the distance of distant places to the grasslands
我把这远方的远归还草原

One is called the head of my horse One the tail
一个叫马头 一个叫马尾

My lute crying out without tears
我的琴声呜咽 泪水全无


In the distance there are only wild flowers brought together in death
远方只有在死亡中凝聚野花一片

The bright moon like a mirror hung high over the grasslands, shines down on a thousand years
明月如镜 高悬草原 映照千年岁月

My lute crying out without tears
我的琴声呜咽 泪水全无

Alone whipping my horse crossing the grasslands
只身打马过草原