I want someone to tell me

我想有人能告诉我

about the messages in the water in our bodies,

关于我们体内水的信息，

about yesterday’s air

关于在电话亭里

in telephone booths,

昨日的空气，

about flights postponed because of

关于因为能见度低

poor visibility, despite

而推迟的航班，虽然

all the invisible angels on the calendars.

在日历上有许多无形的天使。

The fan that weeps for tropical winds,

关于为热带之风哭泣的风扇，

the incense that smells best

关于嗅到了的最迷人的熏香，

as it vanishes – I want someone to tell me about these things.

当它消失时——我想有人能告诉我这些。

I believe that when perfection is born

我相信当完美诞生时，

all forms and truths

所有的外形和真相

crack like eggshells.

都会如蛋壳般开裂。

Only the sigh of gentle partings

只有分别时温柔的叹息

can tear a cobweb apart

才能把蛛网撕开。

and the perfection of imagined lands

只有理想之地的完美

can postpone the secret

才能推迟灵魂迁徙的

migration of souls.

秘密。

And what can I do with my imperfect body：

而我对自己不完美的身体能做些什么呢：

I go and I return, go and return

我离去又回来，离去又回来

like a plastic sandal on the waves

就像沙滩上的一只塑料凉鞋

by the shore.

被海浪卷去又被冲刷在岸。