In Golden Gate Park That Day

By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

金门公园的那天

文/劳伦斯·费林盖蒂

译中/馨月

In Golden Gate Park that day

a man and his wife were coming along

thru the enormous meadow

which was the meadow of the world

He was wearing green suspenders

and carrying an old beat-up flute

in one hand

while his wife had a bunch of grapes

which she kept handing out

individually

to various squirrels

as if each

were a little joke

金门公园的那天

一个男子和妻子相携而来

走过诺大草坪

那是世界的草坪

他穿着一件绿色的背带装

一只手里攥着一个破旧笛子

而他的妻子拿着一串葡萄

并一直在忙着

分给各个松鼠吃

仿若每一个都是

一个小小的玩笑

And then the two of them came on

thru the enormous meadow

which was the meadow of the world

and then

at a very still spot where the trees dreamed

and seemed to have been waiting thru all time

for them

they sat down together on the grass

without looking at each other

and ate oranges

without looking at each other

and put the peels

in a basket which they seemed

to have brought for that purpose

without looking at each other

然后两个人从诺大的草坪而来

那是世界的草坪

之后，在一个静怡的

梦中的树的所在

似乎一直都在等待着

那穷尽一生的到来

他们一起坐在草上

未有彼此的互望

一起吃着橙子

未有相视的一瞥

然后把橘皮放在筐里

似乎就是为此

目的 而带来的

未有彼此的相视

And then

he took his shirt and undershirt off

but kept his hat on

sideways

and without saying anything

fell asleep under it

And his wife just sat there looking

at the birds which flew about

calling to each other

in the stilly air

as if they were questioning existence

or trying to recall something forgotten

而后

他脱掉衬衫和背心

却把帽子立着放在旁边

未说一句话

就在树下睡着了

而他的妻子就坐在那

看着空中飞舞的鸟儿

在静怡空中

呼唤着彼此

仿若他们一直在质疑生存

或试图去寻找失去的曾经

But then finally

she too lay down flat

and just lay there looking up

at nothing

yet fingering the old flute

which nobody played

and finally looking over

at him

without any particular expression

except a certain awful look

of terrible depression

然而最终

她也平躺下来

只是躺在那里

茫然若失

然而手指却在

抚摸那破损笛子

那已经是

无人演奏的笛子

最终 仔细端详着丈夫

未有其他异样表情

只是怀有某种骇然

并及其沮丧面容