九月

　　海子

　　目擊眾神死亡的草原上野花一片

　　遠(yuǎn)在遠(yuǎn)方的風(fēng)比遠(yuǎn)方更遠(yuǎn)

　　我的琴聲嗚咽 淚水全無

　　我把這遠(yuǎn)方的遠(yuǎn)歸還草原

　　一個(gè)叫馬頭 一個(gè)叫馬尾

　　我的琴聲嗚咽 淚水全無

　　遠(yuǎn)方只有在死亡中凝聚野花一片

　　明月如鏡高懸草原映照千年歲月

　　我的琴聲嗚咽 淚水全無

　　只身打馬過草原

　　September

　　Hai Zi

　　witness the wildflowers on the grasslands where gods come to die

　　the wind – more distant than the furthest places

　　my lute crying out without tears

　　I return the distance of distant places to the grasslands

　　one is called the head of my horse one the tail*

　　my lute crying out without tears

　　in the distance there are only wildflowers brought together in death

　　the bright moon like a mirror hung high over the grasslands, shines down on a thousand years

　　my lute crying out without tears

　　alone whipping my horse crossing the grasslands

　　1986

　　* This apparently refers to the horse-headed qin (here translated as lute), a traditional musical instrument used by horse-riding Mongolian people. The instrument is so named because its body is traditionally made from a horse’s head. The strings and bow of the instrument are made from horse hair.

　　(Dan Murphy 譯)

　　September

　　Hai Zi

　　The prairie that witnessed the death of gods is covered with flowers

　　The remote wind is more remote than remoteness

　　My lute weeps, but I’m without tears

　　I return distance to the prairie

　　One lute is named Wood-Head, the other Horse-Tail

　　My lute weeps, but I’m without tears

　　The distance can only condense flowers in death

　　The moon, like a mirror, hangs high over the prairie, reflecting thousands of years

　　My lute weeps, but I’m without tears

　　Alone I drive my horse across the prairie

　　1986

　　(Hong Zeng 譯)

　　September

　　Hai Zi

　　Wildflowers gather on grasslands that witness the death of gods

　　The faraway wind is farther than far

　　My lute cries without tears

　　I return the farness to the grasslands

　　One is called horsehead one horsetail

　　My lute cries without tears

　　Only in death will wildflowers gather afar

　　The moon is a mirror hanging high reflecting thousands of years

　　My lute cries without tears

　　I speed my horse across the grasslands

　　(葉春 譯)