Min Saab

午夜，万籁寂静，独立驿站寒庭，
一弯新月，一盏路灯，赋予我橘色静谧。
一些混乱的思绪涌动起伏，溅湿满目失意。
仰望苍穹，今夜的启明星在哪里？

风鸣，传来一个空灵的声音：
“看哪，你的身后，那是什么？”
～ “那是我灯下的剪影。”
“那是你谦卑的影子，也是你烦恼的缩影。”
……

Midnight, all is quiet, I stand in a hotel’s cold courtyard alone.
A crescent new moon on high, a streetlamp in front,
They bestow the orange-candlelight of tranquility upon me.
A stream of confused thoughts is surging in my chaotic mind,
Splashing tears into my frustrated eyes.
Looking up at the sky, where is the planet Venus in here of tonight?

A gust of wind whizzed by,
Airs an ethereal voice over my head:
“Look, behind you, what is that?”
~ “That’s my silhouette against the light.”
“That’s your humble shadow,
It’s also the epitome of your annoying.”
…

看〜，我的亲，
看窗外那些飘飞的雪花，
顺从风声的旋律翩翩起舞，
那样轻柔，那么欢喜。

嗯〜，就象你撩拂我耳垂的手指，
如此轻柔，这般惬意。

亲～，看那些美丽的雪花，
是否知道她们落地之后的命运？
或瞬间融化为水，或被碾碎成泥。
……

Look ~, my darling,
look –– those flying snowflakes right outside the window,
they are dancing lively with wind’s melody,
how soft and gentle, what a joy and delight.

Uh huh ~, it seemed like your fingers,
while caressing my earlobe,
how soft and gentle,
what a pleasant cozy feeling.

My darling ~,
look –– those beautiful snowflakes,
did they know their destine after landing on the ground?
they might be thawed to be water or dissolved into mud.
…

在幸运与权利的的底端
无数双眼睛看见流星掠过天际
白刃般犀利的斜线瞬间消失
天堂与地狱之间的距离如此短暂
潘多拉魔袋的拉链究竟捏在谁的手指间
……

On the bottom layer of the lucks and saddles
There are countless eyes watching
The shooting stars have swept across the skyline
Their rippling tails were sharpened
as the white edge of the swords but vanished instantly
The distance between the Heaven and Hell is very short
Who knows the zipper of Pandora’s magic bag
has been pinched by whose fingers exactly
…

我曾经跋涉在白色沙海，
朝着宝石蓝天空中的启明星一路向前。
呼啸的热风抽打着我的黑色长袍，
我倔强的长发在白色布巾下迎风飞展。
千奇百怪的白色沙丘美得震撼，
不知是哪年哪月的沙尘暴留下的骨骸。
好奇心给予我勇气和动力，
决意要追溯沙漠绿洲的历史渊源。
一步又一程，一丘又一山。
……

I’ve been trudging through the white sands’ sea,
Towards the Venus in the sapphire-blue sky straight forwards.
The howling hot wind was whipping at my black toga,
My unbending long hair was fluttering under the white cloth scarf with the wind.
Various fantastic appearances of white dunes gave me a thrilling impression of beauty,
Don’t know they were the remains of the sandstorms from which years and months.
My natural curiosity gave me the courage and energy,
I was determined to trace back the historical origin of the desert’s oasis.
One step followed by one journey, passed one dune to another mountain.
…

远在天堂的你
可曾看过我花园树篱里的那些花儿
玫瑰、蔷薇、月季、百合、康乃馨
还有那些遍地绽放的雏菊和三色堇
红、橙、黄、白、紫
每一朵花都在尽情地展现生命力的奇迹
如同曾经来过这世界的你
一生勤奋努力，一生淡泊名利
一生清廉慷慨，无可挑剔
……

Being far in the Heaven
Have you ever seen those flowers inside my garden’s hedge
Roses, rosebushes, Chinese roses, lilies, carnations
And those all-around of blossoming daisies and tricolor pansies
Red, orange, yellow, white, purple
Each flower is manifesting fully the miracle of vitality
Seemed like you, who had been in this world living
Ending your last breath with diligence and effort
Never caring about fame and fortune
Being honest and generous during your lifetime, impeccably
…

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白鸽轻颤窗前柳树梢的瞬间，
我恰巧点开你发来的电子邮件。
互为笔友，半世陪伴，
素笺淡墨勾勒流年。

相遇或许纯属偶然，
延续友谊却是彼此的执念。
凡尘俗世，我们都有不可避免的责任和义务，
隔山，隔海，还隔着需要签证的国境线。
在日夜交错的光阴里，
触动心扉的是心有灵犀般的相互理解。
我们用文字描绘着各自的生存空间，
如同泾渭分明的两条河，
……

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我是夜的精灵
在午夜无人行走的火车站大道定格光影

串串珍珠般晶莹的彩灯在我的眼前闪耀
仿佛神秘的银河特意为我降临

华丽的商铺在我的左右敞开精美的展示窗
昂贵的奢侈品仿佛都是我的私人收藏品

擦肩而过的汽车尾灯拖着一条红色火龙
迎面扑来的前灯如腾飞的白虎挑战我的定力

亮着魅惑蓝光的电话亭恭恭敬敬地站立在街角
仿佛谦卑的仆人守护着可直达天庭的舷梯
……

I am a sprite of the night
Focusing the light and shade’s scenery in the middle of the night
Along the Bahnhofstrasse where has none other pedestrians

Countless string of colorful shining small lamps
Like the crystal-clear peals are sparkling in front of my eyes
As if the mysterious Milky Way has descended specially for me

The magnificent stores and boutiques along my both sides
Widely opened their resplendent displaying showcases
The expansive luxury goods seemed as if all belong to me

A brief passerby car’s taillights dragged a red fire dragon
An oncoming car’s headlights spring towards my face
Like a white tiger soared up to challenge my self-possession

A telephone booth with its charming blue light is standing
On the corner of the street respectfully as if a humble servant
Guards a gangway ladder that could directly reach into the Heaven.
…

他们说你来过，
硕大、园满、红润，魔幻般美丽。
很多人攀上山岭，拍照留影。
可惜，我与你失之交臂。
那一夜，
我的天空弥漫着风雨。

如离弦的箭，似远飞的雁，
你一分一秒远离我的视线。
你留给地球人精美绝伦的影像，
也留给我难以否认的遗憾。
他们说18年之后你还会再来，
不知那时我是否与你有缘。
……

They said that you were here,
Large, full round, reddish hue, magical beauty.
Many people climbed up to the hills to snap pictures for souvenir.
What a pity, I lost a transient opportunity to see you.
During that evening,
My atmosphere was thick with the rain and the wind.
…

以爱和自由的名义，我写下你的名……

手捧一束白菊，我肃穆地立在你的墓碑前。
松涛吟颂着赞美诗，秋阳照亮了你的笑颜。
你出生在这个绿菌如画的森林边，
你拥有祖辈留给你的房产和田园。
你是技术精湛的护士，曾就职某大学医院。
以爱和自由的名义，你加入了无国界医生组织，
你的足迹永远地留在了最需要帮助的人们中间。
……

In the name of love and freedom, I write down your name…

Holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums,
I stand in front of your gravestone.
A sea of billowy pine trees is chanting a poetic ode,
The autumnal sunshine brightened your smiling face.
You were born in this beautiful green land beside this forest,
You possessed a house and inherited a farm from your ancestors.
You were a proficient nurse and was working in a university hospital.
In the name of love and freedom, you joined Médecins Sans Frontières,
Your footprints have remained forever within the people who mostly need help.
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我知道 有些事
他们未曾注意 或者漠不关心
细雨在绿叶梢上的昵喃
润尘在久旱田地里的味道
大自然无限的爱唯在和谐的国度珍惜生命
我终究相信
手牵手的抚慰
激励生命的活力带着理想超越地球的引力
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I know there are a few things …
They’ve never been aware or don’t care …
The whisperings of gentle rain on the tips of green leaves
The scent of moistened dust in the desperately thirsty fields
The boundless love of nature might only cherish life on the harmonic lands …
I’ve ever believed after all …
The soothing touch of the hands in hands
May stimulate life-giving vigor soaring with dreams beyond the earth gravity …
…

At a twinkling moment when a Cape Jasmine flower
Dropped onto my desktop,
I instantly caught a fresh fragrance.
It has been inhaled deeply into my lungs,
Flowing through my brain to awaken my memory about that year.

July, on the metro platform of Beijing Qian-men Gate,
Carrying a pot of Cape Jasmine in hands,
I had been pushed and shoved to against your chest
By the rushing passengers all around me.
You were holding two travel bags in hands
Getting stuck in the jam-packed carriage.
…