描述一朵杏花花的百科全書

不能幫助我，字典也不能。
詞把我拐進修辭的陷阱
傷害了感覺，還贊美它們的傷害。
像一個告訴女人她該如何感覺的男人。
杏花怎能在我自己的語言中發光，
在我只是一個回聲的時候？
它微微透明，像液體的笑
在羞怯露珠的樹枝上發芽……
它輕盈如一個白色的樂句……
它纖弱如在我們徒勞地寫下時向外偷看的
思想的一瞥……
它厚重如一個不按字母順序來排列的詩句。
描述一朵杏花，我必需探訪無意識，
它可以把我引向懸掛在樹上的深情的名字。
它的名字是什麽？
這無物的詩學中的這個東西的名字是什麽？
我必須打破重力和詞，
以感覺它們的輕盈，當它們變成
呢喃的幽靈，我造就它們如同它們造就我，
一種白色的半透明。
故國與流亡都不是詞，
而是在對杏花的描述中的
見證的激情。
雪和棉花也不是。
你會好奇它如何升越於物和名之上。
若一名作家要創作一個成功的作品
來描述一朵杏花，青蛙就會從群山
躍起，而人們，所有的人，都會說：
    那就是它。
    這些就是我們國歌的詞。

註：根據穆罕默德·沙欣的英文譯本——
To Describe an Almond Blossom

To describe an almond blossom no encyclopedia of flowers
is any help to me, no dictionary.
Words carry me off to snares of rhetoric
that wound the sense, and praise the wound they've made.
Like a man telling a woman her own feeling.
How can the almond blossom shine in my own language,
when I am but an echo?
It is translucent, like liquid laughter that has sprouted
on boughs out of the shy dew...
light as a white musical phrase...
weak as the glance of a thought that peeks out from our fingers
as in vain we write it...
dense as a line of verse not arranged alphabetically.
To describe an almond blossom, I need to make visits to the unconscious,
which guides me to affectionate names hanging on trees.
What is its name?
What is the name of this thing in the poetics of nothing?
I must break out of gravity and words,
in order to feel their lightness when they turn
into whispering ghosts, and I make them as they make me,
a white translucence.
Neither homeland nor exile are words,
but passions of whiteness in a
description of the almond blossom.
Neither snow nor cotton.
One wonders how it rises above things and names.
If a writer were to compose a successful piece
describing an almond blossom, the fog would rise
from the hills, and people, all the people, would say:
That is it.
These are the words of our national anthem.