《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

它不說話，也不給任何回應！

 

它隻盯著，不眨眼

它完全平躺

它平靜，任我愛撫它

 

當我對它說：“說話吧，我在聽

或“喔”一聲，或對我耳語更好。

你生氣了嗎？那麽至少咒我！”

 

它不回答。你以為它已死去

或啞了，又聾又瞎！

它在懲罰我。我無助。

 

它不是濕的，不然我早就擰幹它

它不是錢袋兒，不然我已打開它

我不知怎麽才能獲得安寧

 

倔強，紙斷然拒絕！

那無法避免的事，人就必須去做

於是我提著隻有半滿的水罐回去

 

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