Love at First Sight
by Wislawa Szymborska

They both thought
that a sudden feeling had united them
This certainty is beautiful,
Even more beautiful than uncertainty.

They thought they didn't know each other,
nothing had ever happened between them,
These streets, these stairs, this corridors,
Where they could have met so long ago?

I would like to ask them,
if they can remember -
perhaps in a revolving door
face to face one day?
A "sorry" in the crowd?
"Wrong number" on the 'phone?
- but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

How surprised they would be
For such a long time already
Fate has been playing with them.

Not quite yet ready
to change into destiny,
which brings them nearer and yet further,
cutting their path
and stifling a laugh,
escaping ever further;
There were sings, indications,
undecipherable, what does in matter.
Three years ago, perhaps
or even last Tuesday,
this leaf flying
from one shoulder to another?
Something lost and gathered.
Who knows, perhaps a ball already
in the bushes, in childhood?

There were handles, door bells,
where, on the trace of a hand,
another hand was placed;
suitcases next to one another in the
left luggage.
And maybe one night the same dream
forgotten on walking;

But every beginning
is only a continuation
and the book of fate is
always open in the middle.

一见钟情

他们相信，是突如其来的冲动让他们相遇，
这样的注定是美丽的，但是变幻无常却更令人着迷。

不曾相见，不曾拥有共同回忆，
可是，这些路，这些台阶，这些走廊，
到底哪里，他们相遇了，这么长，这么久。

我想试探，他们是否记得，
也许，
是一扇转门间，曾划过彼此的脸；
也许，
是挤嚷的人群中，曾不经意说过“对不起”；
也许，
是一通拨错的电话，曾匆匆挂断。。。
我知道，答案永远是，不记得了。

他们该感到喜悦还是懊恼，
命运，如此戏虐着他们，
这么长，这么久。

还没，还没准备好改变这样的命运，
这样的命运。。
让他们相吸，相离。
蹂躏了他们相遇的路，讪笑着他们孤单的旅程，
然后逃之夭夭，不见踪影。

袅袅的歌唱，隐约的暗示，
无法解译的未来。
也许是三年前，也许就是上个星期，
这片沉浮的叶，
曾从他的肩，飘过她的脸；
失散，再在冥冥中重逢，
谁能知道，这种命运从何时就已开始。

把手，门铃，
不知道到底多少次，
在还为退去温度的手印上，会有另一支手，轻轻覆盖。
相依相邻的行李，或者是同一个散步时被忘却的梦。

可是，每一个开始之后，总是无尽的延续。
写下命运的记事本，也只有在翻越过后才能被打开。。。

Luna