? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? -- by Wislawa Szymborska
They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.
They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?
I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.
How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.
Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?
There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;
But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.
Translation from Polish by Roman Gren
Translation from French by Sarah Hardenberg
他們彼此深信
是瞬間迸發(fā)的熱情使他們相遇
這樣的確定是美麗的
但變幻無常更為美麗
他們素未謀面叠艳，所以他們確定彼此并無瓜葛。
但是自街道、樓梯诅病、大堂傳來的話語... ...
他們也許擦肩而過一百萬次了吧刊棕。
我想問他們
是否記得... ...
在旋轉(zhuǎn)門
面對(duì)面那一剎
或是在人群中喃喃道出的“對(duì)不起”老翘，
或是在電話的另一端道出的“打錯(cuò)了”光羞。
但是我早知道答案逆航。
是的美旧，他們并不記得渤滞。
他們會(huì)很驚訝贬墩，原來緣分已經(jīng)戲弄他們多年。
時(shí)機(jī)尚未成熟變成他們的命運(yùn)妄呕，
緣分將他們拉近陶舞，驅(qū)離。
阻擋著他們的去路
忍著笑聲
然后閃到一旁... ...
有一些跡象和信號(hào)存在绪励，
即使他們尚無法解讀肿孵。
也許在三年前
或者就在上個(gè)星期二，
有某片葉子飄舞于
肩與肩之間疏魏？
有東西掉了又撿了起來停做？
天曉得，也許是那個(gè)
消失于童年灌木叢中的球大莫？
還有事前已被觸摸
層層覆蓋的
門把和門鈴蛉腌。
檢查完畢后并排放置的手提箱。
有一晚只厘，也許同樣的夢(mèng)烙丛，
到了早晨變得模糊。
每個(gè)開始
畢竟都只是續(xù)篇懈凹，
而充滿情節(jié)的書本
總是從一半開始看起蜀变。
