I am your father
You are my little guy
You lie here sleeping
I sit here and cry…
I am your father
You are my growing son
You play in the yard
I sit in the sun…
I am your father
You are my school-aged young man
You learn about life
I do what I can…
I am your father
You’ve become a man
You can’t show tears
I’m older; I can…
I am your father
You’re my half-orphaned little guy
You’ve done well without her
I’m finished now; I’m to die…
You’re my father
I am your grown-up son
You lie there sleeping
Your crying is done.
Leaning into the Afternoons
倚身于暮色中
—— Pablo Neruda(巴勃罗·聂鲁达）
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
倚身于暮色中，我向你海洋般的双眼
towards your oceanic eyes.
投掷我忧愁的网。
There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
我的孤独，在那极度的光亮中不断延长并燃起火焰，
its arms turning like a drowning man's.
它的双臂扭转翻动，仿佛一个溺水之人在求救。
I send out red signals across your absent eyes
穿过你茫然的双眼，我送出红色的讯号，
that move like the sea near a lighthouse.
你的双眼涌动着涟漪，如靠近灯塔的海洋。
You keep only darkness , my distant female,
你保有惟一的黑暗，我远方的女子，
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.
有时惊恐的海岸从你的凝视之中浮现。
Leaning into the afternons I fling my sad nets
倚身于暮色中，在拍打你海洋般双眼的海上
to that sea that beats on your marine eyes.
我抛掷出我忧愁的网。
The birds of night peck at the first stars
夜晚的鸟群啄食第一阵闪烁的群星，
that flash like my soul when I love you.
如同爱上你时我的灵魂。