The onion is frost

洋葱是霜

shut in and poor.

稠密且可怜。

Frost of your days

你的白天和

and of my nights.

我的夜晚的霜。

Hunger and onion,

饥饿和洋葱，

black ice and frost

黑冰和霜

large and round.

巨大而圆润。

My little boy

我的孩子在

was in hunger's cradle.

饥饿的摇篮里。

He was nursed

带着洋葱的血液

on onion blood.

嗷嗷待哺。

But your blood

但你的血液，

is frosted with sugar,

被糖粒，洋葱

onion and hunger.

和饥饿覆盖。

A dark woman

褐色女子

dissolved in moonlight

在月光中溶解

pours herself thread by thread

在摇篮之上

into the cradle.

缓慢且持续溢出。

Laugh, son,

笑笑，孩子，

you can swallow the moon

我会为你带来月亮

when you want to.

在必要的时候。

Lark of my house,

我家乡的云雀

keep laughing.

你多笑笑。

The laughter in your eyes

你眼中的微笑

is the light of the world.

是世界之光。

Laugh so much

你多笑笑

that my soul, hearing you,

让我的灵魂听见你

will beat in space.

打碎空间。

Your laughter frees me,

你的微笑让我自由

gives me wings.

给我翅膀。

It sweeps away my loneliness,

驱散我的孤独，

knocks down my cell.

将我从狱中拖走。

Mouth that flies,

飞翔的嘴唇，

heart that turns

你嘴唇上的心脏

to lightning on your lips.

闪闪发光。

Your laughter is

你的微笑是

the sharpest sword,

最武威的剑，

conqueror of flowers

是花儿和云雀

and larks.

的征服者

Rival of the sun.

太阳的敌人。

Future of my bones

我的骨髓

and of my love.

和爱情的前程。

The flesh fluttering,

摆动的肉体，

the sudden eyelid,

冲动的眼睑，

and the baby is rosier

生活从未

than ever.

如此鲜艳。

How many linnets

多少朱顶雀

take off, wings fluttering,

从你的身体

from your body!

开始起飞和振翅！

I woke up from childhood:

我在儿时醒来：

don't you wake up.

你永远不要醒来。

I have to frown:

悲伤带走嘴巴：

always laugh.

你永远要笑。

Keep to your cradle,

永远在摇篮中，

defending laughter

捍卫笑容

feather by feather.

一点一滴。

Yours is a flight so high,

飞行如此广泛

so wide

如此延展，

that your body is a sky

而你的肉体就是

newly born.

刚刚降临的天空。

If only I could climb

假如我能够

to the origin

回到你飞行

of your flight!

的起点！

Eight months old you laugh

到了第八个月你笑

with five orange blossoms.

伴着五朵柑橘花。

With five little

还有五种细微

ferocities.

的残暴。

With five teeth

五颗牙齿在笑

like five young

就像五朵稚嫩的

jasmine blossoms.

茉莉花。

They will be the frontier

当你感到牙齿

of tomorrow's kisses

像武器的时候，

when you feel your teeth

明天就将是

as weapons,

亲吻的界限。

when you feel a flame

你感到一堆火

running toward your gums

从牙齿底部蹿升

driving toward the centre.

寻找中央的位置。

Fly away, son, on the double

孩子在胸口的

moon of the breast:

两个月亮上飞行：

it is saddened by onion,

他为洋葱悲伤，

you are satisfied.

你却心满意足。

Don't let go.

你不要破灭。

Don't find out what's happening,

也不要去找寻到底

or what goes on.

发生和出现了什么。