It is soul and meat reality or fantasy
In the vast territory
Riding a brown horse back and forth in the place of life and death
A nameless sorrow arises spontaneously
And the subjects of my kingdom are to be rescued from a desperate situation
Stepping into the door which refuses to open upon knocking
Presumably it is a road of survival
Though thriving and flourishing
Though enlightened from the stir of Mother’s womb
Whistling here whistling away
As a result the only way blocks the twilight of morning
It is spectacularity itself red and white between and full of daring
— The green nature has gathered up
The prosperity and nobility of the sun
As well as when and where our first step forward is taken
Isn’t that shrinking from watching and isn’t that
Fishing the moon in the sea while sighing with alas
13.
I heard a voice from beyond the world
On this piece of rotten land
There are the same footprints and the same song
It should be the harvest season before winter
But we have finally hibernated
It is finally baptism of fire and blood
All the bodies are revolving in the center of the world
It must be a disaster: the rumbling last night
Sweeps before my eyes like flashy lightning
Ever panicked but not beyond our expectation
14.
A disaster fire excites deity above the world
Hawks and rivers as company
It is eulogy it is dirge
It is storm it is lightning
It is the toll it is evening prayer …
When you see the world as real but unreal
All around yourself you will
Build a happy graveyard after another graveyard
To plant youth and joy
While burying the blue new moon
The feat has been spectacular
The sun has swum over the head for hundreds of years
The dancing flag rises sheer from level ground
Posing as wisdom of the materialist
As sovereign of the epoch even if penniless
Even if the country is destroyed the sun still shines
Brilliant land brilliant like a dream brilliant like flowers
15.
When have I ever sung the same swansong
And when do I have the experience of stepping into the same river
With the last oath I declare to the world:
No matter the living protect themselves in what way
The trend of life only similar to a broken piece of glass
Green with yellow starlight like rain
And they still depart while stepping the empty cicada chirping
Hasty and brief wading through hills sweeping across the starry sky
With a latent force to co-tap the romantic poem
It is not so much the fleet crossing the river
As the master of the river walks along the trend
Of the river while answering the solemn and stirring curtain call
Again to win tribute of the sun
16.
They are the master of mountains of rivers
Modern sense fused into traditional canon
To be the fossil that is to be worshipped
To have religious service, to pray, to sermonize
Even to write noble humanistic philosophy
The great sense of life is again raised and lowered
It contains the temptation of the King of Terrors
And the proud standing posture of the nature
Like a dream but not a dream like heehaw and like dirge
A spell after another spell of cracking clop
The rumbling sound a wave after another wave
From afar to near from near to afar
All magically change into emptiness into fullness
Soul stirring life-and-death
To restore the final funeral
17.
This is the most spectacular scene
Human body and horse face fail to match well
Recalling the past the past events run into a river
And the hard thought faces the mighty waves beating the shore
All is lost in the running without knowing the west wind is gone
The lonely castle which belongs to me is awe-inspiring
Owing to the lean breathing of my life
Because the heavy footprints
Fail to heal my hidden pain
Because the birds’ twitter
Still waits for the wan face
Is still dreaming of flight
Flying flying flying
18.
Dream. Far from the land
The master crosses his hands while clapping
In this essential world a kind of idea of life
With the coarse night
In the throes of the moaning vale
Going against the stream —
Even if the howling of a black wolf
Tears the starry sky of the long night the countless
Distant and mysterious calling
Pluck the field of life —
Empty, vast and boundless
To cater to the laughing or crying of the crowd when drowned in riot
19.
O, the field of life
With an insurmountable endurance
Tolerates all, but I labor under it
And pin the crime on the vicious hands of somebody
Now I only shed a few drops of bitter tears
Meanwhile standing at the bank
Sudden enlightenment to rivers and the natural disposition of mountains
O, the field of life —
My sea of life and sea of deity
As if haunting like a dream
I will attach myself to your pain
To encourage the comers-on
To compile survivors of time
Wading the river of torrents running
Among limitless and boundless Gobi
The commanding height which cannot be reversed by the ultimate life
Even if someday
We choose a maimed and miserable night
The reality of life transcends the brilliant starry night
And peerless dreams
Transcends the source of vales
Above life
20.
Thus we choose the night
We choose the loessland
We choose the moment of dawn
Even if it is flourishing
Even if life and death and death and life
But still whistling and neighing
Still calling the master of mountains the master of rivers
To resort to wine to resort to rivers
Through life through pain through death
Through brand-new streets, factories
Squares, palaces, and buildings under the new moon
21.
By dint of this sincere ship of soul
Crossing the eternal river
Will never realize
The cruel scene of dark night
Like gazing across the sea
Like a piece of cloud
Like a fact which has never been for hundreds of years
The son pays the debt for Mother
Inscription has ever been carved on the rock
And I can read distinct words: shells, grass leaves, stars
Then walking straight to the riverbank
To enjoy solitarily
The years for a tree to grow
Contain countless footprints which are forgotten
Along the cold winter
In the shadow of doomed death
Warmth rises now
The storm attacks the endless desert while
A pair of lovers are madly in love
But when the nightfall falls
Only a few words are left behind:
“When I die I would die in your bosom …”
22.
O, the silent earth