其实美丽就是那一瞬间

 

Love at First Sight
                                  

            by Wislawa Szymborska

They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg

 

 

 

一见钟情

他们两人都相信
是一股突发的热情让他俩交会。
这样的笃定是美丽的，
但变化无常更是美丽。

既然从未见过面，所以他们确定
彼此并无任何瓜葛。
但是听听自街道、楼梯、走廊传出的话语——

他俩或许擦肩而过一百万次了吧？
我想问他们
是否记不得了——
在旋转门
面对面那一刻？
或者在人群中喃喃说出的「对不起」？
或者在听筒截获的唐突的「打错了」？
然而我早知他们的答案。
是的，他们记不得了。

他们会感到诧异，倘若得知
缘分已玩弄他们
多年。

尚未完全做好
成为他们命运的准备，
缘分将他们推近，驱离，
憋住笑声
阻挡他们的去路，
然后闪到一边。

有一些迹象和信号存在，
即使他们尚无法解读。
也许在三年前
或者就在上个星期二
有某片叶子飘舞于
肩与肩之间？
有东西掉了又捡了起来？
天晓得，也许是那个
消失于童年灌木丛中的球？

还有事前已被触摸
层层覆盖的
门把和门铃。
检查完毕后并排放置的手提箱。
有一晚，也许同样的梦，
到了早晨变得模糊。

每个开始
毕竟都只是续篇，
而充满情节的书本
总是从一半开始看起。