Homesick

by Yu Guangzhong

When I was a child，my homesickness was a small stamp.

Linking Mum at the other end and me this.

When grown up，I remained homesick，but it became a ticket.

By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end.

Then homesickness took the shape of a grave，

Mum inside of it and me outside.

Now I’m still homesick， but it is a narrow strait，

Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.

乡 愁

小时候，乡愁是一枚小小的邮票，

我在这头，母亲在那头。

长大后，乡愁是一张窄窄的船票，

我在这头，新娘在那头。

后来啊!乡愁是一方矮矮的坟墓，

我在外头，母亲在里头。

而现在，乡愁是一湾浅浅的海峡，

我在这头，大陆在那头。