我想在下雨

I think it rains

让舌头从焦躁中缓解

That tongues may loosen from the parch

不裂开屋顶般的嘴，

Uncleave roof-tops of

与消息一起

the mouth, hang

沉重地悬垂

Heavy with knowledge

我看见它举起

I saw it raise

突兀的云，从灰烬里。

The sudden cloud, from ashes.

把它们

Settling

放进一个灰色

They joined in a ring of

指环中；在里面

grey; within,

是环绕的神灵

The circling spirit.

哦，必须下雨

O it must rain

这些心灵的闭塞，将我们束缚

These closures on the mind, blinding us

于奇怪的绝望中，传授着

In strange despairs, teaching

悲哀的纯洁

Purity of sadness.

而它怎样

And how it beats

在我们欲望的翅膀上，拍打

Skeined transperencies on wings

绞成一团的透明胶片，在严酷洗礼里

Of our desires, searing dark longings

使阴暗的渴念萎谢

In cruel baptisms.

雨的芦苇，练习

Rain-reeds, practised in

在屈从的优雅中，却不弯曲

The grace of yielding, yet unbending

从远方，你这样配合我的大地

From afar, this, your conjugation with my earth

裸露出蜷缩着的礁石。

Bares crounching rocks.