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 wildflowers

brought together in death

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