All night the sound had

整夜里这声音

come back again,

来来回回往往复复

and again falls

滴落这安静的固执的雨。

this quiet, persistent rain.

是什么，

What am I to myself

让我如此执着地

that must be remembered,

使自己时时记起？

insisted upon

无论是绵绵细雨的松，

so often? Is it

还是如豆急雨的紧，

都不能让我摆脱

that never the ease,

这莫名的坚持——

even the hardness,

我被锁在这

of rain falling

仿佛是终点的永不松开的“紧”中。

will have for me

我的爱，如果你爱我，

something other than this,

就躺在我身边。

something not so insistent—

降临我笼罩我，就像这雨，

am I to be locked in this

让我

final uneasiness.

离开这乏力和疲惫，

Love, if you love me,

离开那温吞的淫欲中

lie next to me.

刻意的漫不经心。

Be for me, like rain,

让我湿，

the getting out

伴着毫无羞愧的

幸福。

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-

lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet

with a decent happiness.