记得你去年秋天的模样

 I Remember As You Were in the Last Autumn

 (in Loving Memory of John Robert Glennie) 

by Hui L Glennie 

©H.L.Glennie 

 (Written on September 29th, 2026)

 

I remember you as you were in the last autumn:

White shirt, beige khaki pants 

Soft curly hair surrounded by the golden hue from the Autumn Sun.

Steering the wheel with left hand, you waved goodbye to me with right hand.

Then your eyes moved away, gazing forwards afar.

I air-kissed your profile from distance as you drove away; 

Seeing beyond your eyes, 

The sky clear without clouds but only the color of blue

 

After minutes and many hours, we joined together in the digital world

From the two ends of the Earth, chatting and laughing,

Combing through each other's happenstance since 

along with our longings 

For each other from pieces and bits of what we miss 

 

Then came the autumn typhoon lingering to stay

For 48 hours burning our hearts into anxiety 

Finally, I heard your voice again

In cheerful mood we looked forward to being united 

The digital reading showed: in five days 

 

The rings tore the quiet night sky

The digit spoke out: only four hours had passed since our last talk

In a daze, I crossed two continents ……

 

You were quietly asleep there 

Digits surrounded you

But hid the key of the only 24 hours remaining

 

A sleepless night

From time to time I whispered to let you know how much I missed you

 

The morning came; 

In serene moments,

I read for you the three of your favorite poems by Robert Frost:

'The Road Not Taken', you liked it by telling me with your moving eyelids

'Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening', you seemed not to care

'Nothing Gold Can Stay', your eyelids were lightened up again. 

 

Afternoon, the sound of people, footsteps and paper flipping,

My whispering voice, soaked in tear glands, mingled with

Your eyelids: flickering slightly, turning red, then full of tears

Flowing from your eye corners, 

The tears of yours, mine, and ours,

Converged in our hearts on this late autumn day,

Carved in the last autumn: Our eternity of this life 

 

Outside window, the autumn leaves in light purple, deep red and golden

In wind had slowly and gradually fallen 

In the clear and cool air Wind drove us

Wave by wave the sound of rustling wind

Telling the moments of our rendezvous 

Recalling in memory of our shared life 

Ah! Remember, 

I remember you as you were in the last autumn --

 

 记得你去年秋天的模样

by Hui L Glennie 

©H.L.Glennie 

(写于2026年9月29日）

 

记得你去年秋天的模样

白色衬衫，米色卡其裤

柔鬈的头发上环照着秋阳的金光

左手握着方向盘，右手挥舞向我告别

移离的目光凝视前方

你驾车渐渐驶离时我向你的侧影抛出了飞吻

顺着你的目光望尽

碧空如洗，万里无云，惟有一片蓝。 

几十分钟、几十个小时后……

我们在数字世界中重逢

我们相会于地球的两端

谈笑间

细述各自的零零总总

和一点一滴汇成的思念

 

秋日持续的台风季降临

燃烧成你我48小时的焦灼

终于，你的声音再现

我们在欢欣中期待相见

数字显示：还剩五天

 

铃声撕破寂静的夜空

数字说：才四小时之前我们刚通过话

恍惚间，我跨越了洲际……

 

你静静地在那里安眠

数字环绕着你

却隐去了只剩24小时这一关键

 

一夜无眠

不时向你倾诉我无尽的思念

 

早晨来临;

    静谧时分，

为你读了你最喜欢的弗洛斯特三首诗:

未择之路，你用眼睑告诉我：你喜欢

雪夜停留林中，你似乎没有共鸣

天赋金逝因果存，你的眼睑重燃生机。

 

午时，人声脚步声纸张翻动声

我浸润在泪腺中的耳语声

与你微微闪动、变红和盈满热泪的眼睑呼应

你眼角中渗出了热泪，你的与我的，我们共同的，

在这深秋之日交汇于心

刻下去年秋天

今生的永远

 窗外，淡紫浓红金黄的秋叶

在风中缓缓落下

清冷的空气中

风驾驭着我们

阵阵飒飒声浪

倾诉着我们相遇的时光

洄漾着我们共同的一生

啊！记得，记得你

去年秋天的模样--

英诗汉译：乌托邦

  

乌托邦

（波兰）维斯瓦娃   · 辛波斯卡作

汉译 H. L. Glennie 

©H.L.Glennie

 

万事一目了然地清晰。

你的脚下是坚实的土壤。

 

能够提供通道的唯有那些路。

树丛在佐证的重量下放下身段弯腰屈膝。

 

合理推测之树在此生长

自古以来树枝就被理顺

 

理解之树笔直而简单地炫舞，

弹跳出的芽苗被命名为“我明白了。”

 

林木越深，远景越浩瀚；

“显然之谷”。

 

假如有任何疑问出现，那阵风就立刻摧毁它们。

 

回声打搅了未被召集的那些

起劲地解释世界的奥秘。

 

右边是一个洞穴，那里涵义躺着撒谎。

 

左边是深信湖。

真理从湖底喷薄而出。

 

不可撼动的确信在深谷上空成塔。

塔顶提供了万事精髓的卓越视像。

 

即便它具备所有这些魅力，这岛却没人居住，

沙滩上零零落落有些模糊的脚印

无一例外都朝向大海 。

 

好像在这你能做的只是离开

永不再来，一头扎进深度。

 

进入深不可测的生涯。 

 

 

Utopia

by Wislawa Szymborska 

 

Island where all becomes clear.
Solid ground beneath your feet.

The only roads are those that offer access.

Bushes bend beneath the weight of proofs.

The Tree of Valid Supposition grows here
with branches disentangled since time immermorial.

The Tree of Understanding, dazzling straight and simple.
sprouts by the spring called Now I Get It.

The thicker the woods, the vaster the vista:
the Valley of Obviously.

If any doubts arise, the wind dispels them instantly.

Echoes stir unsummoned
and eagerly explain all the secrets of the worlds.

On the right a cave where Meaning lies.

On the left the Lake of Deep Conviction.
Truth breaks from the bottom and bobs to the surface.

Unshakable Confidence towers over the valley.
Its peak offers an excellent view of the Essence of Things.

For all its charms, the island is uninhabited,
and the faint footprints scattered on its beaches
turn without exception to the sea.

As if all you can do here is leave
and plunge, never to return, into the depths.

Into unfathomable life.

英诗汉译：丽塔与来福枪

 

丽塔与来福枪  

马哈穆德。达尔威希 (巴勒斯坦）作 

H. L. Glennie 汉译 ©H.L.Glennie

 

在我和丽塔的双目之间

有一把来福枪

所有认识丽塔的人

都会对那双蜜色眼睛透露出的神性

下跪膜拜 

丽塔年轻时

我亲吻过她

我记得她怎样走近我

记得我的双臂如何盖住那最可爱的辫子 

我记得丽塔

宛如麻雀记得它的溪流

啊， 丽塔

我俩之间有百万个麻雀和影像

无数个前世今生中的每一个相遇

都遭到来福枪的扫射 

丽塔的名字是我口中的盛宴

丽塔的玉体是我血中的婚礼

我迷失于丽塔整整两年

两年里她安眠于我臂弯

举着最美之杯 

我们立下誓言

在我们双唇的佳酿上我们炽燃

由此我们获得重生

啊，丽塔！ 

除了一两个瞌睡或蜜色的云彩

有什么能在来福枪前让我的目光移离你的？

曾几何时

哦，暮色沉静

我的月亮在那个早晨移往远方

通向那双蜜色眼睛 

城市清扫了所有歌唱者 

其中有丽塔

在丽塔与我之间--

是一把来福枪 

 Translated by ©H.L.Glennie

 

Rita and The Rifle 

by Mahmoud Darwish

 

Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and prays
To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes.
And I kissed Rita
When she was young
And I remember how she approached
And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids.
And I remember Rita
The way a sparrow remembers its stream
Ah, Rita
Between us there are a million sparrows and images
And many a rendezvous
Fired at by a rifle.
Rita's name was a feast in my mouth
Rita's body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost in Rita for two years
And for two years she slept on my arm
And we made promises
Over the most beautiful of cups
And we burned in the wine of our lips
And we were born again
Ah, Rita!
What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours
Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds?
Once upon a time
Oh, the silence of dusk
In the morning my moon migrated to a far place
Towards those honey-colored eyes
And the city swept away all the singers
And Rita.
Between Rita and my eyes—
A rifle.

 

达尔威希生于1941年3月13日，于2008年8月9日在美国休斯敦去世。他是巴勒斯坦最著名的现代诗人，可谓巴勒斯坦国的发言人。这首诗是他最著名的代表作，根据他年轻时与以色列犹太舞蹈家Tamar Ben-Ami 相爱的亲身经历而作，也是阿拉伯世界最脍炙人口的爱情诗。此诗充满隐喻和对决，那种禁忌的爱情在不可能与可能之间、暴力与美好之间、国家的风暴与个人最隐秘的情感之间如何面对冲突而碰撞与对决。温柔的爱在这种复杂的外部条件下不得不让步于横扫一切的战争风云，两者不得不最终分离，各自回归自己的族类，凛冽而悲伤的终局。达尔威希后来成为巴拉斯坦国首脑的撰稿人和国家诗人，丽塔的原型 Tamar Ben-Ami后来成为一名成功的舞蹈家和舞型设计师，定居于德国，于2026年初去世。

 

读者之所以对此诗有共鸣，不仅仅是限于国家的框架，这也适用于任何客观环境导致的禁忌之爱。在此诗中诗人也引用了圣经诗篇中的典故将他们的恋情升华到一种神性的圣洁高度，比如，“我记得丽塔  宛如麻雀记得它的溪流“，此句来自诗经中两首诗篇的典故，寓意麻雀作为最卑微的族类也能在上帝那里找到归宿（诗篇84:3）， 更何况人类，而溪流的典故来自诗篇42:1， 寓意绝望的人们精神上对上帝的渴望犹如鹿儿渴望溪流那样。即使在最不可能发生爱情的环境中，人们依然渴望精神与情感的寄托，由此也进一步显示外部环境力量的摧毁性和破坏性。