我想为你写下特别的文字

I want to write different words for you

单独为你发明一种语言

To invent a language for you alone

以适合你身体的尺寸

To fit the size of your body

和我爱情的容量。

And the size of my love.

...

…

我想走出词典去漫游

I want to travel away from the dictionary

离开我的口。

And to leave my lips.

我厌倦了我的嘴，

I am tired of my mouth

我想要一个不一样的嘴，

I want a different one

它可以变成

That can change

樱桃树或火柴盒，

Into a cherry tree or a matchbox,

文字可以从中涌现

A mouth from which words can emerge

像来自大海的仙女，

Like nymphs from the sea,

像魔术师帽里跳出的小白鸽。

Like white chicks jumping from the magician’s hat.

...

…

拿走所有

Take all the books

我儿时读过的书，

That I read in my childhood,

拿走所有我的笔记本，

Take all my school notebooks,

拿走粉笔，

Take the chalk,

钢笔，

The pens,

还有黑板，

And the blackboards,

但要教给我一个新词

But teach me a new word

将它像个耳环一样

To hang like an earring

挂在我爱人的耳朵上。

On my lover’s ear.

...

...

我想拥有别样的手指

I want other fingers

用另一种方式书写。

To write another way.

因为我厌恶不长不短的手指

For I hate fingers that are not too long or too short

一如我厌恶不死不活的树。

As I hate trees that neither die nor grow.

我想拥有新的手指

I want new fingers

高举如轮船的桅杆

Raised high as ship-masts

颀长如长颈鹿的脖子

Long as a giraffe's neck

这样我才能为爱人缝制一件诗歌之衣

So I can tailor a poetry-garment for my love

她从未在我面前穿过

That she never wore before me.

...

...

我想要为你发明一种字母表

I want to fashion you an alphabet

与所有字母表都不同，

Different from all the alphabets,

其中蕴含雨的旋律

Comprising rhythms of the rain,

月的灰尘

The dust of the moon

乌云的忧愁

The sadness of grey clouds

和九月的车碾下

And the aching of the willow-leaves

柳叶的突然阵痛

Breaking beneath September's carriage wheels.