荨麻

悲哀的心向我微笑，
为着它不必再承担欢欣。

荨麻刺痛我的眼睛，
炫耀着它对此地的占领：

“看吧，亲爱的人，
没有风能摇曳我的枝叶，
即使我只是一棵荨麻！”

因为它不是长在大地上，
而是在坟墓里。

Heart of sorrow smiles at me
For it no longer carries the burden of please

Leaves of the nettle sting my eyes
Showing off its occupation of the place:

Behold, my dear,
No wind shall sway my branches,
Even I’m just a nettle!

For it does not grow on the earth,
But in a grave.