一夜又一夜

Night after night

黑暗

darkness

笼罩了百合的

enters the face

脸，

of the lily

轻轻地

which, lightly,

关闭了

closes its five walls

它的五面墙，

around itself,

它的

and its purse

花蜜袋，

of honey,

以及它的芬芳，

and its fragrance,

它心满意足地

and is content

站在

to stand there

花园里，

in the garden,

并不安静地睡去，

not quite sleeping,

而是

and, maybe,

用百合的语言，

saying in lily language

说着一些

some small words

我们无法听见的私语，

we can’t hear

尤其是

even when there is no wind

一丝风也没有时，

anywhere,

它的唇

its lips

守口如瓶，

are so secret,

它的语调

its tongue

那么隐秘——

is so hidden –

或者，它

or, maybe,

什么也没说

it says nothing at all

只是站在那儿，

but just stands there

带着植物

with the patience

和圣人似的

of vegetables

耐心，

and saints

直到整个地球转了一圈，

until the whole earth has turned around

银色的月亮

and the silver moon

变成金色的太阳——

becomes the golden sun –

百合仿佛对此了然于心，

as the lily absolutely knew it would,

它自己，难道不正是

which is itself, isn’t it,

最完美的祈祷？

the perfect prayer?