在我故乡的高山中有许多河流

它们在很深的峡谷中流过

它们很少看见天空

在那些河面上没有高扬的巨帆

也没有船歌引来大群的江鸥

要翻过千山万岭

你才听得见那河的声音

要乘着大树扎成的木筏

你才敢在那波涛上航行

有些地带永远没有人会知道

那里的自由只属于鹰

河水在雨季是粗暴的

高原的大风把巨石推下山谷

泥巴把河流染红

真像是大山流出来的血液

只有在宁静中

人才看见高原鼓起的血管

住在河两岸的人

也许永远都不会见面

但你走到我故乡的任何一个地方

都会听见人们谈论这些河

就像谈到他们的上帝

选自《于坚的诗》，人民文学出版社

英文版

Rivers　

There are many rivers in the mountains where I grew up

In deep gorges they flow

They rarely catch a glimpse of sky

There are no expansive sails hoisted high over their surfaces

Nor huge flocks of river gulls drawn on by boat-songs

It’s only when you’veclimbed endless ridges and hills

That you hear this river sound

It’s only on rafts made of great tree-trunks lashed together

That you dare ride upon these waves

Someareaswill stay forever unknown to humankind

The freedom of those places belongs to the eagles alone

In the rainy season the waters turn brutal

Gale winds on the high plateau push boulders down into valleys

Mud dyes the rivers red

As if the mountains were actually bleeding

Only when it’s calm

Do you see the plateau’s bulging veins

Those people who live on either side of these rivers

May never come to know of one another’s existence

But wherever you go in the place I grew up in

You will hear people talking about these rivers

As if discussing their god

Translator: Simon PattonFromwebsite:Poetry International Archives

诗文作者

于坚，诗人、作家，也发表小说、评论，也是摄影师、纪录片导演、诗歌刊物的主编和大学教授。上世纪70年代开始写作，至今已出版著作五十余部。曾获鲁迅文学奖、朱自清散文奖、“华语文学传媒大奖”年度杰出作家等。

编辑：汤霜