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
一個叫馬頭 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
1986
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
一個叫馬頭 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
1986
九月
September
Hai Zi
witness the wildflowers on the grasslands where gods come to die
the wind – more distant than the furthest places
my lute crying out without tears
I return the distance of distant places to the grasslands
one is called the head of my horse one the tail*
my lute crying out without tears
in the distance there are only wildflowers brought together in death
the bright moon like a mirror hung high over the grasslands, shines down on a thousand years
my lute crying out without tears
alone whipping my horse crossing the grasslands
1986
* This apparently refers to the horse-headed qin (here translated as lute), a traditional musical instrument used by horse-riding Mongolian people. The instrument is so named because its body is traditionally made from a horse’s head. The strings and bow of the instrument are made from horse hair.
（Dan Murphy 譯）
September
Hai Zi
The prairie that witnessed the death of gods is covered with flowers
The remote wind is more remote than remoteness
My lute weeps, but I’m without tears
I return distance to the prairie
One lute is named Wood-Head, the other Horse-Tail
My lute weeps, but I’m without tears
The distance can only condense flowers in death
The moon, like a mirror, hangs high over the prairie, reflecting thousands of years
My lute weeps, but I’m without tears
Alone I drive my horse across the prairie
1986
（Hong Zeng 譯）