你從天上來,帶著

                                 神話和傳說

                       像雪,悄悄的降落

          於是詩人,他在最靈感的

                時刻,將你寫成了詩句

 

                         你從天上來,帶著

                                      雋美的形象

                           像雪,悄悄的降落

               於是畫家,他在最靈感的

                    時刻,將你繪成了山水

 

                             你從天上來,帶著

                                   天河的水色

                            像雪,悄悄的降落

                 於是歌手,他在最瘋狂的

                      時刻,將你唱成了熱浪

 

                              你從天上來,帶著

                                        宇宙的神秘

                               像雪,悄悄的降落

         於是天文家,他在最瞭望的

                        時刻,將你看成了星座

 

 寫于1996/9/2

THE  SWAN

                                            

You come from the heaven         

With the myths and rumours

As snow falls silently

So the poet, when he senses of most inspired

And writes you into poem

 

You come from the heaven

With a beauteous figure

As snow falls silently

So the artist, when he wanders most vividly

And paints you into the landscape

 

You come from the heaven

With the water colours of milky-way

As snow falls silently

So the singer, when he excites most madly

And sings you into the hot-wave

 

You come from the heaven

With the mystery of the universe

As snow falls silently

So the astronomer, when he keeps a look-out most far-off

And sees you as a constellation

 

 Septemper 2, 1996