Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
translated by WS Merwin
Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
translated by WS Merwin
今夜我可以寫下最哀傷的詩句。
寫，譬如， “夜鑲滿群星，而星星遙遠地發出藍光並且顫抖。 ”
夜風在天空中迴旋並歌唱。
今夜我可以寫下最哀傷的詩句。
我愛她，而且有時她也愛我。
如同今晚的夜，我曾擁握她在懷中。
在無盡的天空下一遍又一遍地吻她。
她愛我，有時我也愛她。
怎麼會不愛上她那一雙沉靜的眼睛呢？
今夜我可以寫下最哀傷的詩句。
去想我並不擁有她，感覺我已失去她。
去聆聽廣闊的夜，因沒有她而更加廣闊。
而詩句墜在靈魂上，如同露水墜在牧草上。
我的愛若不能擁有她又有什麼關係？
夜鑲滿群星而且她沒有與我在一起。
這就是一切了。
遠處有人唱著歌遠處。
我的靈魂因失去了她而失落。
我的視線試著要發現她，好像要把她拉近一樣，
我的心尋找她，而她並沒有與我在一起。
相同的夜讓相同的樹林泛白。
彼時，我們也不再相似如初。
我不再愛她，這是確定的，但我曾多愛她！
我的聲音試著找尋風來碰觸她的聽覺。
別人的，如同她曾接受我的千吻一樣，她將會是別人的了。
她的聲音，她的潔白的身體，她的無止盡的雙眼。
我不再愛她，這是確定的，但也許我愛她。
愛情太短，而遺忘太長。
藉著如同今晚的夜，我曾擁她入懷
我的靈魂因失去了她而失落。
這是她最後一次讓我承受的傷痛。
而這些，便是我為她而寫的最後的詩句。
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