九月－海子

目擊眾神死亡的草原上野花一片

遠在遠方的風比遠方更遠

我的琴聲嗚咽 淚水全無

我把這遠方的遠歸還草原

一個叫木頭 一個叫馬尾

我的琴聲嗚咽 淚水全無

遠方只有在死亡中凝聚野花一片

明月如鏡 高懸草原 映照千年歲月

我的琴聲嗚咽 淚水全無

隻身打馬過草原

September – Haizi

海泥譯

Swaths of wildflowers, vast grassland, witnessed the death of gods,

Distant winds in far-flung places blew only farther away.

My banjo whimpers, my tears all dry,

I gave it back, the remoteness of the remote land.

His name is wood, hers horsetail

My banjo wails, my tears all dry.

Far away only in death congealed the wildflowers,

Mirroring a thousand years, the brilliant moon over the earth.

My banjo howls, my tears all dry,

Alone I spur though the grassland.