Every summer

每个夏天

I listen and look

我倾听并观看

under the sun's brass and even

在黄铜般的阳光下，在

into the moonlight, but I can"t hear

月光中，但

anything, I can't see anything --

我什么也听不见，什么也看不见——

not the pale roots digging down, nor the green

苍白的根在地底延伸，绿色的梗

stalks muscling up,

有力地向上，

nor the leaves

叶子不断加深

deepening their damp pleats,

它们潮湿的皱摺

nor the tassels making,

玉米穗正在成形，

nor the shucks, nor the cobs.

玉米壳和玉米棒子也是。

And still,

每天，

every day,

如此，

the leafy fields

枝叶的原野

grow taller and thicker --

长得越来越高，越来越厚实——

green gowns lofting up in the night,

绿色长袍在夜晚高高托起，

showered with silk.

闪亮的丝绸。

And so, every summer,

因此，每个夏天，

I fail as a witness, seeing nothing --

我什么也没看见，无法做一名证人——

I am deaf too

我也是聋子

to the tick of the leaves,

听不见叶子的滴答声，

the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet --

菩提树向下的拍击声——

all of it

所有这些

happening

发生了

beyond any seeable proof, or hearable hum.

却没有留下可见的证据，或可闻的嗡嗡声。

And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.

因而，无限降临。

Let the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.

不可知触及我的脊骨。

Let the wind turn in the trees,

风在树上栖息，

and the mystery hidden in the dirt

而泥土的秘密

swing through the air.

在空中回旋。

How could I look at anything in this world

我怎能看着这世上的一切

and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?

并颤抖，并护紧我的心呢？

What should I fear?

我应该担心什么吗？

One morning

早晨

in the leafy green ocean

在绿叶的海洋中

the honeycomb of the corn's beautiful body

玉米蜂窝状的美丽身体

is sure to be there.

一定会在那儿。