I RUN as a musk-deer runs in the shadow of the forest mad with his own perfume.
The night is the night of mid-May, the breeze is the breeze of the south.
I lose my way and I wander, I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.
From my heart comes out and dances the image of my own desire.
The gleaming vision flits on.
I try to clasp it firmly, it eludes me and leads me astray.
I seek what I cannot get, I get what I do not seek.
我像麝鹿一样在林荫中奔走,
为着自己的香气而发狂。
夜晚是五月正中的夜晚,
清风是南国的清风。
我迷了路,我游荡着,
我寻求那得不到的东西,
我得到我所没有寻求的东西。
我自己的愿望的形象从我心中走出,
跳起舞来。
这闪光的形象飞掠过去。
我想把它紧紧捉住,
它躲开了又引着我飞走下去。
我寻求那得不到的东西,
我得到我所没有寻求的东西。