What can I hold you with?
我用什么才能留住你滋迈？
Jorges Luis Borges
博爾赫斯
I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs.
我給你貧窮的街道渣淤、絕望的日落、破敗郊區(qū)的月亮嫁赏。
I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
我給你一個(gè)久久地望著孤月的人的悲哀。
I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow;
my mother’s grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses.
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.
我給你我已死去的先輩油挥，人們用大理石紀(jì)念他們的幽靈：在布宜偌斯艾利斯邊境陣亡的我父親的父親潦蝇，兩顆子彈穿了他的胸膛。蓄著胡子的他死去了深寥，士兵們用牛皮裹起他的尸體攘乒；
我母親的祖父——時(shí)年二十四歲——在秘魯率領(lǐng)三百名士兵沖鋒，如今都成了消失的馬背上的幽靈惋鹅。
我給你我寫的書中所能包含的一切悟力则酝、我生活中所能有的男子氣概或幽默。
I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.
我給你一個(gè)從未有過信仰人的忠誠(chéng)闰集。
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
我給你我設(shè)法保全的我自己的核心——不營(yíng)字造句沽讹，不和夢(mèng)想交易，不被時(shí)間武鲁、歡樂和逆境觸動(dòng)的核心爽雄。
I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.
我給你，早在你出生前多年的一個(gè)傍晚看到的一朵黃玫瑰的記憶沐鼠。
I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.
我給你對(duì)自己的解釋挚瘟，關(guān)于你自己的理論，你自己的真實(shí)而驚人的消息饲梭。
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
我給你我的寂寞乘盖、我的黑暗、我心的饑渴憔涉；我試圖用困惑订框、危險(xiǎn)、失敗來打動(dòng)你监氢。
