“ You are a fine- looking old man”
I said to myself in the mirror
“ And what is more
you have the correct attitude
You don't care if it ends
or if it goes on
And as for the women
and the music
there will be plenty of that
in Paradise”
There is a moment in every day when I kneel before the love I have for you. Then I remember that I am still that man. And I know that my life's work is to be that man, who leans over a white tablet humbled in his constant and signifying love for you. It is eight twenty-seven in the evening. Once again the thought of you has rescued me from the puzzle of my indifference.
I forgot that I'd ever loved you
I was old
I had no focus, no mission
I wandered around eating and buying
bigger and bigger clothes
and I forgot why I hated
every long moment that was mine to fill
Why did you come back to me tonight
I can't even get off this chair
Tears run down my cheeks
I am in love again
I can live like this
And O my love, I still recall
the pleasures that we knew;
the rivers and the waterfall
wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there
I'd kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
a man for Boogie Street.
Retrieve. Retrieve.
When the basket is full
someone will appear
to whom you can present it.
She will spread her wide skirt
and sit down
on a black stone
and your basket will bounce
like a speck in sunlight
on the immense landscape
of her lap.
DISTURBED THIS MORNING
And now I want you again,
I want your absolute attention,
your underwear rolled down in a hurry
still hanging on one foot,
and nothing on my mind
but to be inside
the only place
that has
no Inside,
and no outside.
I go on and on
about a noble young woman
who unfastened her jeans
in the front seat of my jeep
and let me touch
the source of life
because I was so far from it
WHEN I DRINK
Whoever is in your life,
those who harm you,
those who help you;
those whom you know
and those whom you do not know -
let them off the hook,
help them off the hook.
Recognize the hook.
Better hold my tongue
Better learn my place
Lift my glass of blood
Try to say the Grace
最好保持沉默
看清自己的位置
举起杯中的血
试着说谢主仁慈
“ You are a fine- looking old man”
I said to myself in the mirror
“ And what is more
you have the correct attitude
You don't care if it ends
or if it goes on
And as for the women
and the music
there will be plenty of that
in Paradise”
“你是个帅老头”
我对镜子里的自己说
“而且,更重要的是
你有正确的态度
你不在乎它会不会结束
或者它会不会继续
至于说女人
和音乐
天堂里
将来有的是”
There is a moment in every day when I kneel before the love I have for you. Then I remember that I am still that man. And I know that my life's work is to be that man, who leans over a white tablet humbled in his constant and signifying love for you. It is eight twenty-seven in the evening. Once again the thought of you has rescued me from the puzzle of my indifference.
每天都有那么一刻,我跪倒在对你的爱面前。于是我又会记起,我还是那男人。我知道,我毕生的事业就是做那样一个男人,伏在白色的石板书上,在对你忠贞不渝,至高无上的爱中谦卑不已。现在是晚上八点二十七分。再次,有关你的念头,把我从冷漠之谜中解救。
I forgot that I'd ever loved you
I was old
I had no focus, no mission
I wandered around eating and buying
bigger and bigger clothes
and I forgot why I hated
every long moment that was mine to fill
Why did you come back to me tonight
I can't even get off this chair
Tears run down my cheeks
I am in love again
I can live like this
我已经忘了我曾爱过你
我老了
没有焦点,没有任务
四处游荡吃喝然后去买
越来越大的衣服
我已经忘了为什么痛恨
每一段要我自己填满的漫长空闲
今晚你为什么要回到我身边
我甚至没法从这把椅子里站起
泪水滚下我的脸颊
我重新陷入爱里
我可以就这样活下去
And O my love, I still recall
the pleasures that we knew;
the rivers and the waterfall
wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there
I'd kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
a man for Boogie Street.
哦我的爱,我还记得
我们熟悉的欢乐
那些河流与瀑布
你我共浴其中
被你的美所倾倒
我甘愿跪下舔干你的脚
通过这种种教导,你把一个男人
送上不羁街
Retrieve. Retrieve.
When the basket is full
someone will appear
to whom you can present it.
She will spread her wide skirt
and sit down
on a black stone
and your basket will bounce
like a speck in sunlight
on the immense landscape
of her lap.
找啊。找啊。
当篮子满了
有人会出现你可以把篮子交给她。
她会摊开她宽大的裙子
在一块黑石头上
坐下
然后在她腿上的
无限风光里
你的篮子会弹起来
像阳光下的一个斑点。
Do not decode
these cries of mine -
They are the road,
and not the sign.
Nor deconstruct
my drugless high -
I'm sober but
I like to fly.
别解读
我的哭喊——
那是道
非名。
不要解构
我无药的高潮
我清醒但
喜欢飞翔。
And now I want you again,
I want your absolute attention,
your underwear rolled down in a hurry
still hanging on one foot,
and nothing on my mind
but to be inside
the only place
that has
no Inside,
and no outside.
但现在我再一次想要你,
想要你全部的注意,
想要你的内裤迅速滑落
还挂在一只脚上,
而我脑海一片空白
只想着要到
那惟一的里面
那里
没有里,
也没有外。
I go on and on
about a noble young woman
who unfastened her jeans
in the front seat of my jeep
and let me touch
the source of life
because I was so far from it
comfortably installed
on an eyelash of mist
and living grimly
ever after
cooking, gardening
and raising kids
Whoever is in your life,
those who harm you,
those who help you;
those whom you know
and those whom you do not know -
let them off the hook,
help them off the hook.
Recognize the hook.
你已经爱够了
我说我要做你的爱人。
你笑我说的话
我永远地失业了。
我被当成一个死人。
我打扫大理石房间,
你却把我赶到下面。
你不让我相信
直到你让我明白:
我不是那个在爱的人
是爱抓住了我。
当厌恶带着他的包裹出现,
你不准他投递。
当想被你抚摸的饥渴
从饥渴里升起。
你低声说,“你已经爱够了
现在让我做你的爱人。”