《處女紙》 by 阿布達拉

我與處女紙獨處

它美好柔軟，我不停觸摸

它不說話，也不給任何征兆！

 

它隻盯著，不眨眼

它完全平躺

它平靜，任我愛撫

 

當我告訴它：“說話，我在聽

或“喔”，或對我耳語更好。

你生氣了嗎？那麽至少咒我！”

 

它不回答。你以為它已死

或啞了，且又聾又瞎！

它在懲罰我。我無助。

 

它不是濕的，否則我會擰幹它

它不是錢袋兒，否則我已打開它

我不知怎麽才能獲得平和

 

偏執，紙斷然拒絕！

那無法避免的，人就必須去做

所以我提著半罐水回去

 

The Virgin Page

        Abdilatif Abdalla

 

It’s me alone, with the virgin page

It is nice and soft, and I keep touching it

It doesn’t speak, nor does it give any sign!

 

It just stares, with unblinking eyes

It lies, completely flat

It is still, though I caress it

 

When I tell it: “Talk, I'm listening.

Or say, ‘Hmph,’ or, better still, whisper to me.

Are you angry? Then at least curse me!”

 

It doesn’t respond. You’d think it is dead

Or mute, and deaf and blind!

It is punishing me. I am helpless

 

It’s not wet, or I would have wrung it out

It’s not a moneybelt, or I would have opened it

I don’t know what to do to obtain peace

 

Stubborn, the page has utterly refused!

That which cannot be avoided, one has to do it

So I am going back with my waterpot only half full