【原】The Last Wheat in Winter（诗二首，英汉对照）

Time Is a Sparrow

Only through time time is conquered.

            ————T.S.Eliot

A sparrow flies to the sill; 't flies away

Who doesn't speak , keeping silent all the way

But his eyes , fixed on the bread, look delicate

I can’t bear it; I throw crumbs to his feet

But he looks and looks at me with pity

Paying no attention to the crumbs in charity

When I try to approach to him lightly

He in horror flies away, leaving crumbs on sill.

一只麻雀飞来落在窗台，又飞走了

它默然不语，一言不发

可它的目光，盯着面包，看上去可怜巴巴

我无法忍受；扔给它一些面包屑到脚下

它却用同情的目光对着我看了又看

却对施舍给它的面包毫不在意

当我试图轻轻地靠近它

它惊恐地飞走了，留下那些窗台上的面包屑

The sparrow is my time, present & future

He doesn't stay for our familiarity

Nor does he leave for my culture

There is a misunderstanding in popularity

What I think is to give is to take

What he thinks is to take, to give.

Time is a miracle, a grace

Time is a gift, a trace.

这只麻雀是我的时光，现在与未来的时光

它不会留下来与我混个脸熟

也不会因为我的教养而离开

在流行的观点中有一个误解

我以为的施舍其实是索取

他以为的索取其实是施舍

时间是神迹，是恩典

时间是恩赐，是回溯。

The last wheat in Winter

冬天里的最后一株麦子

All the peers gone, I still stand in the field

Cold wind blows me bent; desolation, lonely

Looking around, I find the sole waste land

Lowing, I ponder over my life only

所有的同伴都走了，我依旧站立在田野中

冷风吹弯了我的腰，荒凉，带给我孤独

环顾四周，我仅看见荒原

低下头，我思索自己唯一的一生

Birds come and go, come and go

Pecking on me at the last grains

So tiny a grain hidden in low

But so big a meal for those.

鸟儿飞来又飞回，飞来又飞回

在我身上啄食最后几粒麦粒

艰难地藏着如此小的麦粒

但对这些鸟儿却是一顿大餐

I was forgotten by the farmer

As I grew up beside a bank

I escaped the sickle so sharp

But I can’t escape the peck

我是被农夫遗忘的一株麦子

因为我长在田埂旁

我逃脱了锋利的镰刀

却没逃过鸟儿的啄食

After the winder, I will be in dust

Before the spring, I will be silent.

冬天过去，我归于尘土

春来之前，我将沉默不语