作者簡介：
愛百合，鳳凰海外詩譯社秘書長和三語主播?！疚暮Ｔ娷巶髅健俊疚伨勇r(shí)光】常駐作家，喜愛詩歌詞賦，喜愛誦讀。文字散見于各網(wǎng)絡(luò)平臺和紙刊等。獲得倉央嘉措史詩誦讀大賽“好聲音” 獎(jiǎng) 。
《女人?酒》外一首
文｜愛百合（中國）
譯|｜樊功生（香港）
紅色的潮水
從清澈的玻璃杯中
漫過干裂的嘴唇
漸漸的
血管像被拔高的河床
軀體 輕如浮萍
在河流漩渦里打轉(zhuǎn)
渴望 有力的雙手
狂野的把我從漩渦中拯救
擄我上 一葉孤舟
流浪的情感隨波逐流
去一個(gè)世外桃源
那里鮮花盛開 炊煙四籠
沉沒吧 生無可戀
做一個(gè)水里的靈魂
隨著河流
帶走我垂死的軀殼
去尋找那芙蕖之上的月光
等一槳月光
彌補(bǔ)我夢的殘缺
酒 用你神奇的力量
幫我舒展經(jīng)絡(luò)
讓我把缺憾和疼痛
埋葬冬天里
酒 把我燃燒吧
我血管里長滿蛀蟲
在腐食我的靈魂
我身體長滿稗草
酒 快快把我燃燒
燃燒 祈求再度重生
Woman . Wine
By Aibaihe (China)
Translated by Ken Fan (Hongkong)
A gush of burgundy tidewave,
From a crystal glass,
Engulfs those lips so dry and withered.
Little by little,
Blood vessels turn into elevated rivers.
The body, light as a duckweed leaf,
Swirls in rapid water.
How I yearn
For a pair of muscular hands,
That would rescue me forcefully from a spiral dizziness,
And haul me onto a lone canoe.
He and I would float down the stream,
To a secluded paradise,
Where there would be only blooming flowers and chimney smoke.
Let me drown then,
Life means nothing at all,
Let me become a river soul.
The currents would carry my dying corpse
To seek the moonlight over lotus so still,
And to make up blemished dreams at nightfall.
Oh wine, with your power so magical,
Would loosen up my limps and nerves,
And bury all my pains and regrets
Into the winter's chill.
Oh wine, burn me alright.
All those worms in my blood vessels,
Are devouring my poor soul,
While barn grass on my body grow wild.
Oh wine, please burn me right away, and burn.
Out of ashes,
A new birth is being heralded.
2 . 女人 · 舞
文｜愛百合（中國）
譯｜樊功生（香港）
兩袖清風(fēng) 似綢緞
輕舞起古詩詞 平平仄仄
打量詩壇的豪言壯語
筆尖
敏感在平坦白紙上劃動
演繹一曲霸王別姬
美人江山影動在詩詞歌賦里
淺調(diào)蘭指
瘦筆 一幕缺月殘?jiān)?/p>
分明在飾演自己 拭淚
舞 不是潛在游戲
是烈女豪情天縱
悲歡共生死
古今更替
鞠躬盡瘁已不是問題
卸去滿臉濃妝
一對 孔雀東南飛
情吟千古變
半世滄桑 醒來好許
舞 淚汗淋漓
盡悲傷
Woman . Dance
By Aibaihe (China)
Translated by Ken Fan (Hongkong)
Cool breezes, filling both sleeves, like silk,
Gently dance to old verses, rhythmic and mindful.
Pondering over splended words in poetry,
The nib of a brush
Sketches on white papers, sensitive and sensible.
Here's a play about the King and his beloved,
The beauty and the land are sillouetted among those poetic lines,
teary and lyrical.
Light tune, tender fingers
And a slender pen are composing wretched poems about the crescent moon,
That could be literally about myself.
Dancing, not an implicit game anymore,
Becomes an utter indulgence of a fearless gal.
The tragic truth of life and death,
Intertwining, no longer an issue of endless toil.
All the makeups are coming off,
Peacocks fly south in couples.
Chanting the love songs of a thousand years,
Life has reached its halfway,
And kept me awake for a while.
Dancing as ever, and sweating all over,
Nothing but sad and miserable.
詩譯者簡介：
樊功生 （Ken），安徽蕪湖人，畢業(yè)于中國科技大學(xué)數(shù)學(xué)本科，美國哥倫比亞大學(xué)博士，現(xiàn)住香港。喜愛中英詩詞和文學(xué)。
注：圖片來自網(wǎng)絡(luò)。
