Trilogy：the Subject
三联剧
1.Wasser und Feuer
一、水与火
The emperor drank the immemorial times, and cast
The sea under the step. The mute instructions
Gave him the oracle bones dead, dragons and beards.
Crop the ancient heaven.
皇帝饮下太古，把海洋
投落在阶下，沉默的谕令
给他亡去的甲骨，龙与须
裁开古老的天
The wind blows, and the restless days were coming.
One man walks on his tiptoes in silence, connecting two arches of the night.
起风了，永不安息的日子来了
一人蹑足无声蹈行，牵联起夜的两个开端
Things march like wind on the water, dancing.
And the road mirrors moon’s nature and destiny.
The fish lick and clean cups and narratives.
And the roam and islands repair the black banqueting table.
诸物风行水上，跳起舞
路映亮月的性命
鱼舐洗杯盏和叙事
浪和岛修饬黑色的宴桌
The stars roam in the eternity under which
Our mothers and fathers, sons and brothers, gathered
And cast the remaining ashes and roasted meat far away.
星辰在不朽中呼啸
母子、父兄聚集在下
将余烬和炙肉抛弃给远方
On the day on which people had the truth cooked and tasted, shivering in thrill
The gold was forged into the light in the house.
Therefore one man slurred the poem, and coastline lifted the fire against the court,
And the distant banner covertly cried the spine of death.
那个众人悚栗着烹尝真理的节日
把金子锻成家宅的灯
于是一人唱诗，岸线向宫廷举火
遥远的旗帜隐隐呼号死的脊梁
For the tidal wave would have its days in rest and peace
The vast seabed stooped above the silence
The nameless craftsman made up in dark the mud cup
Who fell off moistly in a round and smooth place.
The epochs we split on the strait
Were all bones, born in lump by lump.
为了浪潮终有宁日
巨大洋床下临寂静
黑暗中天工做就泥杯
自圆转的场所润身而出
我们在海峡上切割的时代
都是骨头，一块一块，生下来
2.Symposium
二、会饮
He who comes with shoes just arrived as the last one;
When Aphrodite, the smile-lover, makes her shapes in alteration,
Looking after the light light and radiant on a September afternoon.
The master reckoned as the Good set agreeably on the hall.
最后一位着履的客刚刚到达
喜笑的阿芙洛狄忒变幻形状
照拂九月下午，轻媚的阳光
人称为善的主人燕坐在堂上
He has matured like tenderloin sacrificed for Zeus,
Overflowing like gold beside the kitchen range;
He is torrential like newly poured wines,
Concealing the body in the cup like the pure eternity .
他成熟如祭宙斯的里脊
黄金流溢在家灶旁
他瓢泼如新斟取的美酒
醇香的不朽在银杯里躬藏
And later the naked bodies come into dancing,
They are entitled compliments in smart dress by those in white robe.
The fluters served ancient songs for regaling; the sunshine splashes
The gate and yard are a semi-hymn and people are serene.
On the marble the heptachord leaps easily.
后来裸体起舞了；
白袍们冠以更衣冠楚楚的赞叹
吹笛人端来古歌供飨；日色四溅
门庭像首赞美诗，人群安详
大理石上，七弦琴施施然跃行
And later again he comes into speech, disturbing loving affairs of gods,
The distinguished guests are ignorant of the lofty events so that
They follow him and speak in honorific words and laugh.
However the history is merely facts that
The last feast, the saliva and the winged souls are all flying.
再后来他发言，挑拨众神的情事
嘉宾们懵懂于崇高的时刻
乃跟着他口出敬语并大笑
但，“历史啊”，仅仅是这样：
残筵。唾沫。有翼的灵魂。都在飞
Dance on the lake of fire. Blood of the sacrificed livestock.
The evening arrives.
The unrecognizable memory waves the hands.
He who in the next generation is still living in his eighties.
Light is
The face mounting the heaven ladder.
火湖之舞。祭牲之血
夜临。
认不出的回忆在招手
后人八十岁未死。
攀天梯的面容
很轻。
With hands, he sheds a handful of divine grace instead of exhaustion;
Thereon, he watches in smile beneath the pillars
the eternity displayed in a moment.
以手，代疲惫洒一捧神恩
就此，他笑看廊柱之下
横陈一刻的永恒
3.The gold in my head is slim and lithe……
三、我头脑中的黄金细软……
The lyre is heard on the high highness where is no one.
My name is a river into which
One cannot step twice.
A generation is discovered again.
A man in sovereignty bends the head in distance.
在无人的高处又高处听到琴声
我的名字是一条河流
人不能两次踏入
一个世代重新发现
一位有权者遥遥低首
The painful subject, whose veins are
Stolen piece by piece.
The sacrificed choroid is brass rubbed to the world.
The gold in my head is slim and lithe
And sharp as long hair.
You truncate the torrent of lightning.
痛苦的主体
被片片窃取血管
献祭的脉络拓印给世界
我头脑中的黄金细软
锋利如长发
你截断闪电的渊流
A pair of eyes are against Nothing
A toothcomb dashes to the beginning.
The sky is more familiar than skin.
It cut the cosmos into an autorotating badge.
A dense flutter represses the metal.
The daffodil-grass weaves the night in dream
双目对着虚无
细齿梳奔跑回起点
天空亲于肌肤
切割了宇宙一枚自转的徽章
浓重的飞扬压迫金属
水仙草在梦里织起夜色
The stones’ bones are barren buildings.
The adjectives lessen, someone suffers from hunger
Bare as i am exiled alongside the riverbank in interiority
Where there are all men but no me.
I flee into gray chalk like fish lying on their side.
Void as i exit there.
A god. When things are strewn and the tide ebbs.
石的骨头是荒凉的建筑
形容词渐少，有人饥饿
赤裸我放逐在内在的河岸
到处都是人，没有一个我
遁入灰垩像侧卧之鱼
空旷我从中离开
错落时退潮时一位剥露的神
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