诗人曰：雾霭般柔软掌心， 将诗篇揉碎

海外文苑

The above was published in New york newspaper "Compact News" edition # 889

帕沃尔·雅尼克（PAVOL JANIK） ，斯洛伐克诗人、剧作家、翻译家，曾任斯洛伐克作家协会主席，作品译成28种语言，在50国出版，兼具批判与幽默风格，享誉国际文坛。

我为你哭泣，清晨

地平线后，光在飞溅。
天空颤抖，如一滴泪。
长着翅膀的夏日正在枯萎。
一缕孤独的露水，滑过水藻。

树木以枝干捧着空巢。
我静静地，向鸟儿吟诵圣咏。
空寂的夜，坠落一颗空寂的星。
水的空茫凝视，浑浊不清。

读着沉默的一声惊叹，
朗声饮下清晨的血流。
清晨，正深呼吸。

以雾霭般柔软的掌心，
将诗篇，一一揉碎。
心跳，并未因此而平息。
难以置信的呜咽，仿佛已然死去。

I AM CRYING YOU, MORNING

Behind the horizon the light is spraying.
The sky tremble’s like a tear.
The winged summer wilts.
Through the algae’s a lonesome dew slides.

Trees hold empty nests in their hands.
I quietly sing birds psalms.
In the empty night, empty star is falling.
Empty gaze of water is still cloudy.

I read an exclamation of silence
and drink the morning blood stream aloud.
The morning is taking deep breaths.

With its soft palms of the hands,
the haze crumbles poems.
Heart’s beating is not quieter.
Unbelievable sobs, like as if it was dead.

(1975)

Translated into English by Smiljana Piksiades


音乐会

勿怕乐队轰鸣突如其来！
并非意味
指挥看见我的手，正搭你膝。
容我，一吻。

你之性别令你不安，
程度如乐曲，为掌声而焦虑。

THE CONCERT

Do not be afraid of sudden outcries of the orchestra!
That does not mean the conductor
has seen my hand on your knee.
Allow a kiss.

Know that your sex outrages you only as much
as the music is anxious about the applause.

(1981)
Translated into English by Pavol Janik Junior


夏

阳光击碎我们的窗。
急切的歌，街头传来。

玻璃纸般的天空，
水汽凝结。
风之传闻，
未经证实，却已四处流传。

最先开口谈论我们二人的
乃树。

SUMMER

The sun smashes our windows.
An urgent song reaches us from the street.

On the cellophane sky
steam condenses.
Unconfirmed reports are reproduced
about the wind.

The trees are the first to begin to talk
about the two of us.

(1981)
Translated into English by James Sutherland Smith

触前刹那

空气，静止下来。
如翻阅一本图文周刊，
我，翻阅你之双眸。

聆听寂静——
踏新鞋而来， 哄睡了嗡鸣的蜂群。
有人，以翅膀，愤然致辞。

据说，你曾亲见
燃烧的鸟群，自天际坠落！

只是，你双乳的根部，
为何，喧嚣不止，永不宁息。

THE MOMENT BEFORE TOUCH

The air grows still.
As in an illustrated weekly
I leaf through your eyes.

To hear silence
as it walks in new shoes
and lulls the buzzing bees.
Somebody furiously addresses us with wings.

It’s said that you’ve seen
burning birds tumble from the sky!

It’s just at the base of your breasts
there’s something making a ceaseless hullabaloo.

(1981)

Translated into English by James Sutherland Smith



墓上喧哗

飞蛾笨拙扑火，
一次次撞向黑夜。
酩酊醉汉纷纷跌倒。
游乐园里，
着绿色短裙的怪诞将军
扮着滑稽鬼脸。
大都会中央，
森林正熊熊燃烧。

在低语的双唇中，
你游弋于
故事的一隅。
余下的篇章，
由我的心跳
续写。

CHATTER ABOVE THE GRAVE
Translated into English by Smiljana Piksiades

Clumsy are hitting lamps
like night moths.

Matured drunks are falling down.
In the amusement park, weird generals
in a little green skirts are making grimaces.
In the middle of a metropolis, the forest burns.

In the shell of whispering lips
you swim in a part of the story.

My heart is beating the rest.

(1998)


男人与女人之间，往复的引线上

从我身边逃逸，
气体般消散。
我惊异凝望——
你双腿轻轻一划，
便点燃那袭丝裙。
令人目眩的赤裸，你僭越了天蓝色的火焰。
炽然燃烧，或许，全然是另一番模样，
我向一场大火致辞——
而你，将不再把它熄灭。
那一刻，我只想向所有偶经此地的路人，
向所有偶然掠过的飞机，
宣告那最为紧要之事。
那么，这样的情境之下，
又有谁，不会将它，弄砸？

ON THE LINE MAN – WOMAN AND BACK

You escape from me
like gas.
With astonishment I watch
how with a single scrawl of your legs
you ignite your silk dress.

With such blinding nakedness you pre-empt sky-blue flame.

Blazingly ablaze and perhaps wholly otherwise
I address a fire
which you will no longer damp down.

That time I wanted to declare at least what was essential
to all chance passers-by,
to all chance passing aircraft.

So under such circumstances who wouldn’t have spoilt it?

(1981)
Translated into English by James Sutherland Smith

诗歌赏析：

帕沃尔·雅尼克这组诗歌具有鲜明的现代主义与超现实主义气质，善于以突兀意象、荒诞联想和黑色幽默制造张力，在爱情、孤独、死亡、欲望与城市文明之间不断跳跃。尤其《我为你哭泣，清晨》《夏》《触前刹那》意象密集而富有音乐性，《音乐会》则以戏剧性的反讽见长。作品最大的特色是想象大胆、语言陌生化、批判意识与幽默感并存。其作品具有鲜明的国际现代诗歌辨识度。（佩英）
Editorials:

Pavol Janik’s poetry is marked by a distinctive modernist and surrealist sensibility, using striking imagery, absurd associations, and dark humour to create tension across themes of love, loneliness, death, desire, and urban civilisation. I Am Crying You, Morning, Summer, and The Moment Before Touch are particularly rich in imagery and musicality, while The Concert stands out for its dramatic irony. The defining qualities of his work are bold imagination, linguistic defamiliarisation, critical awareness, and humour. hey convey the avant-garde spirit of the originals. Janik possesses a distinctive voice and strong international presence in contemporary poetry.（Christine Chen）

阿格龙·谢莱（Agron Shele）1972年生于阿尔巴尼亚，诗人、小说家，著有多部小说诗集，创办国际诗歌联盟"阿图尼斯"并任主席，现居比利时，作品广泛发表于国际文选，曾获多项文学奖。 靠近Draw Closer
走近些，温柔暮色，伫立于自由灵魂的门槛， 缀满星群明灭的破碎苍穹下， 穿过重重思绪，深藏的梦，与刻骨的痛， 只为那些凤凰浴火重生、 又含笑辞别尘世的人。
我无所求：唯愿一丝安宁， 足以让看见心地澄澈之人， 跋涉于人世苦难之中， 只为使你，变得更好。
今夜，愿你如十四行诗般降临， 安栖于灵魂的旋律之中。 将你托举，或许，携你飞向高处， 在月桂轻柔的风里， 在历代先祖的圣咏声中—— 一声叹息，始终追随于我。
爱这夜， 微光在灰色雾霭之外明灭闪烁。 也许我是一段哀伤， 是缪斯选定诅咒的对象； 又或许，我是那初始造物的漩涡， 一个以叛逆之姿降临的灵魂， 被放逐至此， 不能以呼吸触及世界， 也从未在精神的色彩中，寻见自己。
走近些，温柔的暮色。 让我们一同沉入这渐暗的微光， 在那里，一点星火， 足以唤醒希望， 燃烧至永恒，万古长存。

Draw Closer

Come closer, my gentle evening,
standing at the threshold of a free soul,
beneath the flickering stars
sewn into a torn sky,
through all these thoughts,
these hidden dreams,
this blood-deep ache,
for those who rose like the Phoenix
from the cosmic ashes,
and departed this world
with a smile on their lips.

I would ask for nothing more:
only a little peace,
enough to see the pure-hearted ones
wandering through the world’s suffering,
striving to make you better.

Come this evening like a sonnet,
and rest within a melody of the soul.
I will carry you, 
perhaps I will lift you higher,
within the laurel’s gentle breezes,
amid the psalms of all my ancestors,
who follow me like a sigh.

I love this night,
where light glimmers beyond the gray veil of mist.

Perhaps I am a grief, 
that the muses have chosen to curse,
or perhaps I am a spiral
of that first creation,
a soul that arrived as a rebel;
to a distance where I could
never touch the world
with my own breath,
and where I never found myself
in the colors of their spirits.

Come closer, my gentle evening.
Let us sink together into the fading light,
where a single spark may awaken hope
and burn forever,
through eternity.

伸展的双臂

一切，发生在博洛尼亚的一座博物馆。
教堂高举十字架向天，
拱廊勾勒弧线无尽，
脚步匆匆追逐
时代逝去的身影。

恢宏，完美显现：
血肉与白骨，镌刻于大教堂的纹理；
美，栖居于天使之间，
狡黠，潜伏于魔鬼之中。

目光凝注于唯一的十字架，
宏伟的穹顶燃起圣光，
光芒穿越棱镜，
直抵痛苦至深之核。

灵魂振翼而起；
纯真的升，
越过层层天宇，
栖落于——
伸展的双臂。

Outstretched arms

All of it happened in a museum in Bologna,
Where the church lifts its highest cross
toward the sky,
arches tracing endless paths,
while footsteps hurry after images
of ages past.

Grandeur reveals itself
in its own perfection:
flesh and bone engraved
into the tracery of a cathedral,
like beauty dwelling between angels
and cunning among devils.

Eyes are fixed upon a single cross,
where the great dome is ablaze
with light,
its rays piercing the prism
until they reach the very heart of pain.

Then the soul takes flight;

The innocence of its ascent
lifted across all the heavens,
on open arms.

破碎的石径

金色黄昏莅临瞬间，
唤回童年记忆——
夏暮追逐萤火，
沉醉漫游于无尽街巷。
曾急切奔跑过的碎石小径，
今已荒芜寂寥。
荆棘与灌木占据每一个角落，
那儿——静默无声。

掌中之书，
字句出自被禁之手，
那个年代，近乎异端。
将它紧贴胸口，
如珍藏世间最大奇迹——
世界隐秘的真相：
你，与我。

昏黄暮色自群山缓缓降临，
落在教堂旁那株古老橡树。
张开双臂，迎向灰色苍穹，
于断壁残垣之间，
再一次站起。

又一个黄昏，悄然莅临。
万籁俱寂，
唯有寂静的树林随风低语，
以及——
无尽的心伤。
注： 阿尔巴尼亚共产党统治时期，阅读禁书被视为意识形态上的“异端”行为，往往意味着对官方思想的挑战。

The Broken Stone Path

A moment carried in on a golden evening
returns the memories of childhood,
when I chased fireflies through the
summer dusk,
and wandered, intoxicated,
along streets without end.

Such eager haste upon the broken cobblestones, 
today, abandoned to desolation.

Brambles and thornbushes have claimed the corners, 
there, right there... in stillness.

A book in my hands, its letters written
by forbidden hands, a heresy.
Hidden against my heart like the greatest wonder,
the world's secret: You and I.

The yellow evening descended from the mountains,
beneath the old oak above the church.
With arms outstretched toward the gray sky,
amid the ruins where you rose again.

A moment carried in by the fading evening,
when nothing stirs,
only silent groves whispering with the wind,
and so much heartache.

Note: During Albania's communist dictatorship, reading banned books was treated as an act of ideological transgression, closer to a form of "heresy."

诗歌赏析：

阿格龙·谢莱这组诗具有鲜明的抒情哲思与精神性，以暮色、星光、十字架、废墟、禁书等意象，连接个人哀伤、历史记忆与灵魂救赎。《Draw Closer》深情，《Outstretched Arms》庄严，《The Broken Stone Path》最具历史厚度。整体语言优美，意象丰富，在苦难中寻找希望，具有鲜明的国际文学气质。（佩英）

Editorials:

Agron Shele this collection is marked by lyrical depth and spiritual reflection, using images of twilight, starlight, the cross, ruins, and forbidden books to connect personal sorrow, historical memory, and spiritual redemption. Draw Closer is deeply moving, Outstretched Arms solemn and contemplative, while The Broken Stone Path carries the greatest historical weight. The language is elegant and richly evocative, seeking hope amid suffering and conveying a distinctive international literary sensibility.(By Christine Chen)