《這個詞》 by 庫尼亞爾

《這個詞》作者：庫尼亞爾  林木譯

 

我現在也說不清受什麽驅使

把夏日關在窗外，呆在房間裏。

或者說企圖如此。大多數時候躺在床上。

是我父親，站在門框處

沒有進來 —— 而是停下琢磨著那段

回響在耳邊的勸告：“不論什麽樣子，

 

都得享受這生活。” 他說了兩遍。

而我，聽著別扭 ——

在生活前麵加了一個

 

定冠詞。我心生分裂。羞愧。清楚。

自己懂得怎麽說，外麵陽光正好卻仍

困在屋裏。我是這裏的土著。

卻像在半路投宿。正如那個卡著的詞。

那個定冠詞，半對，半

錯，仍夾在享受和生活之間。

 

The Word

by Zaffar Kunial

 

I couldn’t tell you now what possessed me

to shut summer out and stay in my room.

Or at least attempt to. In bed mostly.

It’s my dad, standing in the door frame

not entering – but pausing to shape advice

that keeps coming back. “Whatever is matter,

 

must enjoy the life.” He pronounced this twice.

And me, I heard wrongness in putting a the

 

before life. In two minds. Ashamed. Aware.

That I knew better, though was stuck inside

while the sun was out. That I’m native here.

In a halfway house. Like that sticking word.

That definite article, half right, half

wrong, still present between enjoy and life.