Marrakech马拉喀什见闻(中英)

Marrakech 马拉喀什见闻

1、As the corpse went past the flies left the restaurant table in a cloud and rushed after it, but they came back a few minutes later. 尸体被抬过去的时候，成群的苍蝇嗡嗡地飞离了餐馆的饭桌，尾随尸体去，几分钟后又嗡嗡地飞了回来。

2、The little crows of mourners –all me and boys, no women –threaded their way across the marker place between the piles of pomegranates and the taxis and the camels, wailing a short chant over and over again. What really appeals to the flied is that the corpses here are never put into coffins; they are merely wrapped in a piece of ray and carried on a rough wooden bier on the shoulders of four friends. When the friends get to the burying-ground they hack an oblong hole afoot or two deep, dump the body in it and fling over it a little of the dried-up, lumpy earth, which is like broken brick. No gravestone, no name, no identifying mark of any kind. The burying-ground is merely a huge waste of hummocky earth. Like a derelict building-lot. After a month or two no one can even be certain where his own relatives are buried.

一支人数不多的送葬队伍-其中老老小小全是男的，没有女人-挤过一堆堆的石榴，穿行在出租车和骆驼之间，迂回着穿过市场，嘴里还一

遍遍地哀号着一支短促的悲歌。真正令苍蝇感兴趣的是这里的尸体从来都不装进棺材，而是只用一块破布裹着，放在一副粗糙的木制担架上，有死者的四位朋友抬去送葬。达到坟场后，朋友们首先挖出一块一两英尺深的长方形的坑，将尸体扔入坑中，再在上面丢一些像碎砖头一样的干土块。没有墓碑，没有留名，也没有任何身份标志，坟场只不过是一片巨大的如同一块废弃的建筑工地般土丘林立的荒原。一两个月之后，就谁也找不到自己亲人的坟墓之处了。

3、When you walk through a town like this –two hundred thousand inhabitants of whom at least twenty thousand own literally nothing except the rags they stand op in –when you see how the people live, and still more how easily they die, it is always difficult to believe that you are walking among human beings. All colonial empires are in reality founded upon this fact. The people have brown faces –besides, there are so many o them! Are they really the sane flesh as your self? Do they even have names? Or are they merely a kind of undifferentiated brown stuff, about as individual as bees or coral insects? They rise out of the earth, they sweat and starve for a few years, and then they sink back into the nameless mounds of the graveyard and nobody notices that they are gone. And even the graves themselves soon fade back into the soil. Sometimes,

out for a walk as you break your way through the prickly pear, you notice that it is rather bumpy underfoot, and only a certain regularity in the bumps tells you that you are walking over skeletons.

当你徒步走过这样的城镇-在20万当地居民中，至少有2万人除了罩在身上的一身破布外，其他一无所有-当你看到这些人如何生存，又如何轻易地死去时，你永远难以相信自己是在人类中穿行。但事实上，这正是所有殖民帝国赖以建立的基础。这些人有着棕色的脸孔-而且，他们人数众多！他们果真和你一样是人类吗？他们也有名有姓吗？或者他们只是一种棕色的、像蜜蜂或珊瑚虫那样难以区分的生物呢？他们生于土地，挥汗如雨，忍饥挨饿地过上几年过后，就被埋到坟场里不知名的坟堆下。没有人注意到他们的离去，甚至这些无名坟堆本身也很快会变成一片平地。有时，当你外出散步穿过仙人掌丛时，你会注意到脚下的土地格外不平，只有这些有规则的突起的土包才会告诉你：你正踩在死人骷髅的上面。

4、I was feeding one of the gazelles in the public gardens. 在公园里，我正在给一只瞪羚喂食。

5、Gazelles are almost the only animals that look good to eat when they are still alive, in fact, one can hardly look at their hindquarters without thinking of a mint sauce. They gazelle I was feeding seemed to know that this thought was in my mind, for though it took the piece of bread I was