《朝圣者》(The Pilgrim)

耶路撒冷只是
一条起伏的老桥。
生来牛奶的牧师
熬夜，不知不觉焚香。
他们忙着忏悔，
也看不见
人们的荒野。

我的双手读者西墙，
但我的心里是哑的。
心愿飞来飞去，
从来不渴望石榴的食物，
可昨天的回音
让我哑口无言。

哦，饱经沧桑的城市，
不要着火橄榄森林--
一双被麦刺的手
只想喝一杯圣酒。

Translation/翻译

Jerusalem is only
a wavering bridge.
Priests born out of milk
stay up all night,
mindlessly burning incense--
too busy repenting,
they don't see the wilderness of people.

Although my hands read the Western Wall,
my heart is mute.
My mind flies around,
never longing for a pomegranate's sustenance,
but yesterday's echoes
render me silent.

Oh, this city which saw so much,
do not burn the forest of olive trees--
a pair of hands, cut by wheat,
only wants a cup of holy wine.