I Worried / Mary Oliver
我擔心
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
我擔心很多事。園裡花樹會不會生長,
河川會不會流往正確方向,
地球會不會乖乖旋轉聽話,
如果不會,我該如何矯枉?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
我是對,還是錯?我會被寬恕嗎?
我能做得更好嗎?
我學得了唱歌嗎?連麻雀都唱得那麼好,
而我,哎,沒啥希望。
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
我的視力減退了嗎?還是純粹想像?
我會得風濕、破傷風嗎?
我會失智嗎?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
終於,我想通了,擔心無濟於事。
放下。我把這年邁身軀
帶出門,走向晨光,
開口歌唱。
(Mary May 譯)