我翻开一朵玫瑰的

I open the second volume

第二卷

of a rose

发现它说的，逐字逐句，

and find it says, word for word,

跟第一卷一样。

the same as the first one.

大海的波浪

The waves of the sea

使我厌烦，令我厌倦；

annoy me, they bore me;

为什么他们不分

why aren't they divided

段落？

in paragraphs?

我凝望夜空

I look at the night

从中什么也读不出——

and make nothing of it -

那些黑色的书页

those black pages

根本没有字。

with no print.

但我爱松树的

But I love the gothic script

哥特字体

of pinetrees and

和池水上阳光的

on the pond the light's

花体字。

fancy italics.

还有樱桃花瓣——

And the cherry tree's petals -

他们汇成一首抒情曲，我欣赏

they make

它们的渐降调。

a sweet lyric, I appreciate

their dying fall.

可是奇怪，妞儿，我多想

从包罗万象的图书馆回来

But it's strange, girl, how I come back

痴望，痴望

from the library of everything

你这本合上的书。

to stare and stare

at the closed book of you.

何时你会向我打开

给我指示爱的字典里

When will you open to me

所有难字的

and show me the meaning of all

意义呢？

the hard words

in the lexicon of love?