Fan Jinghua: Love Hurt

　　Love Hurt
There is a big tree on the lake;
It is a cool bedsheet of shade.
Gazing at it, I feel ashamed for the desire
To smear it and kill myself there, in you.
My suicide is to exhaust my sperms into you.
But how could I defile and hurt you
and not bring you lasting pain?
Who can tell of the water’s agony
When a boat cleaves a path through its surface?
When I am dead, who can convince you
That your wrinkles are achingly beautiful
For I have been there?
The tree on the lake face reestablishes itself in the night;
No one will see its calmness under the water.
　　　　　　　　　　　September 21, 2008

　　爱伤
湖面上有一棵大树，
一张阴影的大床单，那么清凉。
我看着它，便想贴着它，精尽，
羞耻从低处上升，人亡，
下沉，死在你的体内。
可是，如何污秽你、伤害你
才能不给你带来难消的痛楚？
当一只船刺破水面，谁去
诉说水的剧痛？
当我死了，长成了你的皱纹，
谁会令你信服
你的皱纹美得令人心疼？
落在湖面的那棵树，在黑夜，重新展开
无人看见的宁静，在水底。
　　　　　　　　　　　2008年9月21日