枯念

文/沙玛中华

残败的枯叶

被寒风抖落

在城市的角落孤单飘零

象毕摩经文里

念出的金色碎片

呼应着这个季节的续延

神灵没让雪花

降落在这片土地上

苏尼的鼓声

也没敲在生活在这里人们的心上

圣洁的灵魂渐行渐远

寒风挡不住车来车往

扬起的尘土

把思念遮掩厚实

空气中

丝毫闻不到故乡炊烟的味道

沉甸甸的背篓

装不下远方游子的乡愁

白日梦里

依旧坐在虚渺的山坡上

轻轻吟唱

那首属于自己的歌谣

附英文版

译:chantal

Yellow leaves,

Shaken in the cold

Floating alone in the corner of the city

Like Bimo scriptures

Read out the gold pieces

Echoes the renewal of the season

God did not arrange the snow

Landed on this piece of land

Sunil drums

did not beat on people's heart here

Holy soul lopsided

is walking out of people’s sight

The cold wind can’t stop the car driving

On the road

The dust thickly rising

Covering the homesick thought

didn’t smell smoke temptation from the chimney

In the air from hometown

heavy panniers in your heart

Resistant the wondering son of the mother

To join in

Who still sitting on the hillside

Confused

With his fantasy

singing his song in his dream