第十二週 - Out of Africa 非洲有一首歌

If I know a song of Africa,
of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back,
of the ploughs in the field,
and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers,
does Africa know a song of me?
Will the air over the plain quiver
with a color that I have had on?
Or will the children invent a game in which my name is?
Of the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me?
Or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?

假如我知道非洲有一首歌, 假如, 假如我知道非洲有一首歌,
它必訴說非洲新起的月亮, 照在長頸鹿的頸子上, 循著牠長長的頸項, 灑下長長的月光,
它必訴說那農地裏孤獨的犁頭,
還有摘咖啡豆的土人, 他們流汗發亮的臉龎,
這是我的歌嗎? 這是我的歌嗎?
它會訴說非洲大地的空氣, 和我臉上的𥺁色在互相輝映嗎?
或者它會說孩子們用我的名字做他們發明的新遊戲的頭銜嗎?
或者它會說滿月拋下的月影照在車輪輾過的軌跡, 就像我走過的痕跡一般嗎?
或者它會說納肯坎上的禿鷹還在盤旋, 還在上上下下地尋找我嗎?
假如我知道非洲有一首歌...