[China] ALDINGFU YIREN
The Camel Spring
At the foot of the lofty Wutusi mountain,
There is a clear ripple.
Hugging my grandma’s neck, in my childhood,
“Where does the spring flow to?” I asked.
[China] Tangshi
The Bird Must Be My Lover
As the bird flew, she flew towards the place I’d lived
with her snowy white feather, as if she was born
in white jade. She flew leisurely at the speed, not fast, not slow
on her face with the sky’s expression.
On her way, she had never screamed, never exaggerated and never flaunted
Erecting the exodus of irreproachable refugees
will be for the status quo an inexplicable parody.
Ironically collecting extremists the advocates contest
their choice of mercenaries they viciously embody.
Therefore the black crusader is empowered on his march
His desolate psyche is deathlike and his conscious is dark…