《在一颗小星星底下》辛波斯卡

Under One Small Star 

By Wislawa Symborska 

My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. 
My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all. 
Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due. 
May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. 
My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second. 
My apologies to past loves for thinking that the latest is the first. 
Forgive me, open wounds, for pricking my finger. 
I apologize for my record of minutes to those who cry from 
the depths. 
I apologize to those who wait in railway stations for being asleep 
today at five a.m. 
Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing from time to time. 
Pardon me, deserts, that I don't rush to you bearing a spoonful 
of water. 
And you, falcon, unchanging year after year, always in the 
same cage, 
your gaze always fixed on the same point in space, 
forgive me, even if it turns out you were stuffed. 
My apologies to the felled tree for the table's four legs. 
My apologies to great questions for small answers. 
Truth, please don't pay me much attention. 
Dignity, please be magnanimous. 
Bear with me, O mystery of existence, as I pluck the occasional 
thread from your train. 
Soul, don't take offense that I've only got you now and then. 
My apologies to everything that I can't be everywhere at once. 
My apologies to everyone that I can't be each woman and 
each man. 
I know I won't be justfied as long as I live, 
since I myself stand in my own way. 
Don't bear me ill will, speech, that I borrow weighty words, 
then labor heavily so that they may seem light.