【班門弄斧、越俎代庖】Adam Zagajewski《Storm》試譯

《Storm》(translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh)

The storm had golden hair flecked with black

and moaned in a monotone, like a simple woman

giving birth to a future soldier, or a tyrant.

Vast clouds, multi-storied ships

surrounded us, and lightning's scarlet strands

scattered nervously.

The highway became the Red Sea.

We moved through the storm like a sheer valley.

You drove; I watched you with love.

《風暴》

風暴有一把飾滿黑點的金髮

並以一把單調的聲音呼嘯呻吟著，像一個簡單的婦人

正要產下一個未來的軍人，或暴君。

浩瀚的雲海，多層的輪船

把我們圍繞，而閃電的猩紅絞索

焦躁地散落。

高速公路化作紅海。

我們如陡峭的山谷穿越風暴。

你在駕駛；我懷著愛意凝視你。