A shadow passes across the old man's face. Hassan and I exchange a glance. The old man takes Hassan's hand and puts the rupia back in Hassan's palm. He turns to me.

老人脸上掠过一抹阴影，哈桑和我对望了一眼。老人抓起哈桑手，把那个卢比还给他。

Hunched over his cane, the fortune-teller runs a gnarled hand across the surface of his deflated cheeks. Cups it before us. " Not much to ask for the truth, is it, a rupia each" ?

算命先生弯腰拄着拐杖，从消瘦的脸颊下面伸出一只嶙峋的手，在我们面前做成杯状。" 每人一个卢比就可知道命运，不贵吧" ？

" A rupia each, children. Just one rupia each and I will part the curtain of truth" . The old man sits against a mud wall. His sightless eyes are like molten silver embedded in deep, twin craters.

" 每人一个卢比，孩子们。每人只要一个卢比，我就会替你们揭开命运的帷幕。" 那个老人倚墙而坐，黯淡无光的双眼像滑溜溜的银子，镶嵌在一双深深的火山洞口中。