I open the second volume

我翻开一朵玫瑰的

of a rose

第二卷

and find it says, word for word,

发现它说的，逐字逐句，

the same as the first one.

跟第一卷一样。

The waves of the sea

大海的波浪

annoy me, they bore me;

使我厌烦，令我厌倦；

why aren't they divided

为什么他们不分

in paragraphs?

段落？

I look at the night

我凝望夜空

and make nothing of it -

从中什么也读不出——

those black pages

那些黑色的书页

with no print.

根本没有字。

But I love the gothic script

但我爱松树的

of pinetrees and

哥特字体

on the pond the light's

和池水上阳光的

fancy italics.

花体字。

And the cherry tree's petals -

还有樱桃花瓣——

they make

他们汇成一首抒情曲，我欣赏

a sweet lyric, I appreciate

它们的渐降调。

their dying fall.

可是奇怪，妞儿，我多想

But it's strange, girl, how I come back

从包罗万象的图书馆回来

from the library of everything

痴望，痴望

to stare and stare

你这本合上的书。

at the closed book of you.

何时你会向我打开

When will you open to me

给我指示爱的字典里

and show me the meaning of all

所有难字的

the hard words

意义呢？

in the lexicon of love?