When I die,
bury me with my guitar
beneath the sand.
When I die,
among orange trees
and mint plants.
When I die,
bury me, if you would,
inside a weather vane.
When I die!
translated by Carlos Bauer
When I die,
bury me with my guitar
beneath the sand.
When I die,
among orange trees
and mint plants.
When I die,
bury me, if you would,
inside a weather vane.
When I die!
translated by Carlos Bauer
Mary Tang’s new translation on her blog Life is But This
Mary Tang’s newest translation on her blog Life is But This
rooster crows
somewhere
in the darkness
being optimistic
about the dawn
My home over there, my home over there,
My home over there, now I remember it!
And when I see that mountain far away,
Why, then I weep. Alas! What can I do?
What can I do? Alas! What can I do?
My home over there, now I remember it.
translated by Herbert J. Spinden
not worth trying
to salvage
what is lost
pay the two dollars
and move on
Mary Tang’s newest translation on her blog Life is But This
Light of the soul, divine light,
beacon, torch, star, sun. . .
A man gropes his way along
carrying a lamp on his back.
translated by Mary G. Berg & Dennis Maloney
like a heart
but not a heart
there it breaks
in the night
the pain it feels
in a chest
like a heart
another gem translated by Mary Tang on her blog Life is But This
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