贝鲁特，我的胎记

贝鲁特，我的胎记
你携什么而来，贝鲁特？
我母亲奶水前到来的子弹
贝鲁特，你在我肌肤之下，一点点分裂
你溶化成疮孔屋顶上的落日
触摸你让我疼痛，贝鲁特
你是我永远吸取不了的教训
爱你让我疼痛，贝鲁特
但我还是在凌晨四点敲你的门
伴随着你四邻逐渐消逝的霓虹灯光
当你广场上的政治喧嚣已肃静
我会留在你的门外
我知道你永远不会向我敞开
贝鲁特，我曾亲吻你碎裂的街道
也曾蜷缩着睡在你子弹穿透的墙下
你和我，是一则为书本写就的爱情故事

作者 / [黎巴嫩]Dima Mikayel Matta
翻译 / 松子

Beirut, My Birthmark

Beirut, my birthmark
What came with you, Beirut？
Bullets before my mother’s milk
Beirut, you are under my skin, split bit by bit
You melt into sunset on blistered rooftops
It hurts to touch you, Beirut
You are a lesson I will never learn
It hurts to love you, Beirut
But I still knock at your door at 4:00 a.m.
With the neon lights in your neighborhood are dwindling
when the political chants in your square are soothed
I will stay outside your door
I know you will never open for me
Beirut, I kissed your cracked sidewalks
And slept huddled against your bullet ridden walls
You and I, it’s a love story for the books

Dima Mikayel Matta