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Dream of an Old Town
《古镇的梦》
Two sounds in the old town
小镇上有两种声音
—equally melancholic
一样的寂寥：
are the daily fortune-teller's gong,
白天是算命锣，
and the nightly watchman's clappers.
夜里是梆子。
Not apt to disturb other's dreams,
敲不破别人的梦，
as if in a dream himself,
做着梦似的
the blind fortune-teller walks the streets
瞎子在街上走，
step by step,
一步又一步。
knowing so well which flagstones are low,
他知道哪一块石头低，
which high;
哪一块石头高，
how old the daughters of a certain family might be…
哪一家姑娘有多大年纪。
Then making others go deeper into their dreams,
敲沉了别人的梦，
he himself as if in a dream,
做着梦似的
the watchman goes his rounds
更夫在街上走，
step by step,
一步又一步。
knowing well which flagstones are low,
他知道哪一块石头低，
which high;
哪一块石头高，
which doors are tightly shut.
哪一家门户关得最严密。
Listen, it's the third watch already,
“三更了，你听哪，
Mao Er's dad!
毛儿的爸爸，
The boy cries ever in his dreams,
这小子吵得人睡不成觉，
stopping us from sleeping;
老在梦里哭，
we must have his fortune told tomorrow.
明天替他算算命吧？”
Comes midnight for one,
是深夜，
a cold afternoon for the other.
又是清冷的下午：
He with clappers crosses the bridge,
敲梆的过桥，
he with gong crosses also,
敲锣的又过桥，
while beneath the water flows on, ever murmuring.
不断的是桥下流水的声音。
