W. S. Merwin (1927-2019) was a very prolific American poet who served as the 17th US Poet Laureate, and his many awards include Pulitzer Prize for Poetry (twice), National Book Award, and the Tanning Prize, etc.

W. S. 默温（1927-2019）是一位非常多产的诗人，17届美国桂冠诗人。他所获奖项包括普利策诗歌奖（两次）、国家图书奖以及美国诗歌协会的坦宁奖等。

梵君，福建人，90后，居青岛。青年诗人、译者。从事英语教学、多语文学翻译和研究。译有《尼采随笔》《白夜记》等著作诗集和系列诗文作品。

Fan Jun was born in Fujian Province. She is a poet and a translator. Engaged in English teaching, multilingual literature translation and research. She has translated Nietzsche's Essays and Records of White Night, and a series of poetry works. She lives in Qingdao.

When You Go Away

你离去时

When you go away the wind clicks around to the north 
The painters work all day but at sundown the paint falls 
Showing the black walls 
The clock goes back to striking the same hour 
That has no place in the years 

And at night wrapped in the bed of ashes 
In one breath I wake 
It is the time when the beards of the dead get their growth 
I remember that I am falling 
That I am the reason 
And that my words are the garment of what I shall never be
Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy
			

你离去时的风呼啸着奔向北方
油漆工整日工作但油漆在日暮时掉落
黑色的墙壁显现
时钟返回去敲响，同一个
这么些年里空荡的时辰
夜晚裹在灰烬的床上
在一次困难呼吸中醒来，
这正是死者们的须发徒长的时刻
我记得我在坠落
而我正是缘由
我的言语是我永远不会成为的那件外衣
像一个独臂男孩卷起的袖子
			

Trees

树

I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
with one
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches
			

我在观看树
它们可能是这地球上
我最想念的东西之一
虽然我遇见过众多
现在也大多记得
虽然我很少拥抱我所见过的它们
也从未与它们有过交流
但我会温柔倾听
它们的名字从未触动过它们
它们一直守护在我卧室的四周
当我被禁止攀爬
它们就用树枝托起我
			

December Night

十二月的夜

The cold slope is standing in darkness
But the south of the trees is dry to the touch

The heavy limbs climb into the moonlight bearing feathers
I came to watch these
White plants older at night
The oldest
Come first to the ruins

And I hear magpies kept awake by the moon
The water flows through its
Own fingers without end

Tonight once more
I find a single prayer and it is not for men.
			

斜坡寒冷立于黑暗中，
树的南面摸起来却是干燥的

重的树叶爬进长满羽毛的月光
我来看这些
白色的植物苍在夜晚
最老的
最先走向废墟

我听见喜鹊被月亮弄醒。
水自指间流个不停
今夜，再一次
我听到一个惟一的祈祷，而它与人类无关。