這一生中，我偶爾愛

I know that I am wrong， that we cannot give ourselves completely. Otherwise， we could not create. But there are no limits to loving， and what does it matter to me if I hold things badly if I can embrace everything？ There are women in Genoa① whose smile I loved for a whole morning. I shall never see them again and certainly nothing is simpler. But words will never smother② the flame of my regret. I watched the pigeons③ flying past the little well at the cloister④ in San Francisco， and forgot my thirst. But a moment always came when I was thirsty again.

我知道我是錯的，因為我們無法將自己完全交托出去。有所余力，我們才能創(chuàng)造。但愛是不知限度，如果我能擁抱萬物，即使姿勢拙劣，那又有什么關系呢？在熱那亞，就有因為她們的眼波笑靨，讓我愛慕了整整一個早晨的女子。這輩子我是不會再見到她們了，當然，什么事情都沒有發(fā)生，一切反倒簡單許多。然而，言語永遠也不會撲滅我那遺憾的火焰。在圣弗朗西斯科的修道院里，我望著鴿子從那小水井上空飛過，忘卻了心中的焦渴。但或遲或早，這焦渴總是又反上心頭。