2017-03-02

The Borrowing Scene/ I Dreamed About/ Its Solitude/ The Night Curtain

original poem〈借景〉(龍安寺)
english translation by Jeats 


The Borrowing Scene


Led into the pond side group by group
Visitors either sat or stood
Gesticulating at those delicate crafts before their eyes
And calculating with many counts
Occasionally with bored and dull stare
Or held their hands back inclined, as if in contemplation

Stroking heads, vexed, hands on foreheads, meditating 
Finally they concentrated

Without a word

Tranquil 

Integrated *Karesansui. This turned into
The Borrowing Scene of Life


* Karesansui: a special Japanese form of garden design that is mainly composed of stones, sands and plants to express the simulated mountain and rivers.
(photo was taken at Ryoanji, Kyoto, Japan, in December 2007. )




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original poem 〈我作了一個夢〉
english translation by Jeats 

I Dreamed About


A slightly round woman, who seemed to wait for me there, dressing in black, stood up along the road. When getting closer, I told her I had forgotten which room I stayed in. She seemed to have foreseen this and raised her right hand up and shook a little, making the keys in her hand crank with clear sounds. She then said with a smile “it’s fine, I knew that”.

Then she led me through the narrow lane, like a battle trench, so twisted as in the labyrinth and so narrow just enough for two to get passing by. A moment later, we came to a small soil hill with little grass. I saw a couple of soldiers staring at the distance spiritlessly.  

All of sudden, I was already standing at an entrance to the underground fortress. But I had no memory when she disappeared from air.


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original poem〈它的孤獨〉
english translation by Jeats 

Its Solitude


Upon the night sky, dandelions one by one
Slowly drifted overhead
Floating to where
I can feel its solitude

On the nameless sand beach
Sunflowers arose in spin from the sea level afar
Dazzling glare
I can feel its solitude

Below the coconut trees vertically stretching to the sky are
Those youth boys and girls at the night travel
Nestling with each other
I can feel its solitude

Catching a buoy in the flood
This Sequoia tree
Still smiled
Smiling
I can feel its solitude


Panic and suspicious fish
Knocked with knuckles on
Self-murmuring hands of 
This fishbowl
I can feel its solitude


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original poem〈夜幕〉
english translation by Jeats 

The Night Curtain



When the night came
I hided myself into that blanket
Suddenly someone lit up the light in the room
The light filtered through the holes of the blanket
Here was Hunter Constellation, there was Horseman Constellation 

Occasionally I would think of the one turning on the light
This house perhaps had three rooms and two living spaces
Above the aged apartment of this community
Its end was surrounded by green mountains and rivers
Wind of trees, streams running, birds and insects humming

A hasty day was about to end
Stories of fairies were in line on book shelves
Waiting to be told
Closing eyes, I sung with a smile
All the imagination and memory were full of ether

Wish I’d fall into a sweet dream
Until someone uncovered my quilt
The light was splashed inside from outside the window
Dusts floating among the light
There were precious toys and color books in the corner of the room

As if in the other dream
I turned around and saw your face

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