《像自由一样美丽》的笔记-蝴蝶
章节名：蝴蝶
那一只，就是上次那一只，
那么丰富、明亮、耀眼的黄色，
或许，那是太阳金色的泪水
滴在白色的石头上……
那样、那样的一种金黄
轻盈得翩然直上。
它离去了，我相信，这是因为
它自己要告别这个世界。
我在这里住了七个星期，
被囚禁在这个集中营。
可我已经发现，这里有我喜爱的东西。
蒲公英在招呼着我
还有院子里开着白花的栗树枝条。
只是，我再也没见到另一只蝴蝶。
那只蝴蝶，是最后的一只。
蝴蝶不住在这里，
不住在集中营。
The Butterfly
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone. . . .
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away I’m sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here,
in the ghetto.
Pavel Friedman (January 7, 1921 – September 29, 1944)
