我希望有人告訴我

I want someone to tell me

我身體裏水的訊息，

about the messages in the water in our bodies,

告訴我昨天的空氣

about yesterday’s air

關在電話亭裏的味道，

in telephone booths,

告訴我航班延誤因為

about flights postponed because of

能見度太低，儘管日曆上

poor visibility, despite

有那麼多看不見的天使。

all the invisible angels on the calendars.

風扇為熱帶的風哭泣，

The fan that weeps for tropical winds,

香在燒盡時

the incense that smells best

最好聞——我希望有人告訴我這些事情。

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

我相信在完美誕生的時刻

I believe that when perfection is born

一切形式和真相

all forms and truths

像蛋殼一樣裂開。

crack like eggshells.

只有最溫柔的告別時的歎息

Only the sigh of gentle partings

可以將蛛網劃破，

can tear a cobweb apart

只有想像中的完美地帶

and the perfections of imagined lands

可以延遲靈魂

can postpone the secret

秘密的遷徙。

migration of souls.

我當如何對待這並不完美的身體：

And what can I do with my imperfect body:

我去了又回，來來回回

I go and I return, go and return

像一隻塑料拖鞋

like a plastic sandal on the waves

在岸邊的海浪上沉浮。

by the shore.