正午，沙漠，一只大口喘气的蜥蜴

At noon in the desert a panting lizard

等待历史，四肘紧绷着，

waited for history, its elbows tense,

静观一段路的那个弯道，

watching the curve of a particular road

似乎将要发生什么事。

as if something might happen.

它正盯着什么看，超出

It was looking for something farther off

人眼所及的远，一幕重要场景

than people could see, an important scene

在石头中表演，为了结局的笛孔下

acted in stone for little selves

那些小小的自我。

at the flute end of consequences.

那儿只有一片大陆，别的也没什么，

There was just a continent without much on it

躺在从来都烦不够的天空下。

under a sky that never cared less.

它为变化做准备，手肘在等。

Ready for a change, the elbows waited.

手，紧紧抓着沙漠。

The hands gripped hard on the desert.