One morning I asked the umbrella
Whether it would rather bake in the sun
Or stand soaking in the rain
The umbrella answered with a smile,
“Those things don’t bother me.”
I kept on questioning,
“Then what is your concern?”
The umbrella said,
“I keep thinking
On rainy days, ‘Don’t let people’s clothes get wet,’
And on sunny days, ‘Be a cloud that shades the head.'”
Together then
In our own languages
Let’s steadfastly
Pour out our deepest belief
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
Once the heart is at rest
The blood still has to flow for many more years
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
Today
You and I
Are stepping over that venerable threshold
Don’t offer blessings
Don’t say goodbye
To do so would sound like a performance
Better to keep silence
Concealing isn’t necessarily deceptive
Why not leave memories for the future
Just as we leave dreams in the night
Or tears in the sea
And wind in the sails
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When you fall asleep on the beach
The wind pulls up short at your mouth
Waves stealthily lap nearby
Shaped in soft curves
The dream is all alone
The sea is much too far away
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A friend of dreams
And sister of fantasy
She is your very shadow
But always walks ahead
Shapeless as pure light
Restless as the wind
There is always some distance
Between the two of you
Like a bird flying outside the window
Or a cloud sailing in air
Like the butterfly beside the river
Cagey yet exquisite
Go after her–she’ll fly away
Ignore her–she’ll chase you
She’ll always keep you company
Until your breathing stops
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She’s hiding in the valley
She’s standing over the cliff
If you refuse to dally
She’ll act as if she’s deaf
But call her and she’ll call you
Curse her and you she’ll curse
You can’t win if you argue
The last word’s always hers
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
What is craved into rock
Is perhaps not imperishable
What gets printed
Isn’t necessarily immortal
Things floating away like hazy smoke
Are not absolutely doomed to vanish
The shooting star that plummets
Will not necessarily disappear
A sincere smile
And a glance like unheard lightning
Coming from the heart
Are far better
Than a solemn vow of love
That sounds like a thunderbolt
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We share cold waves, storms and thunderbolts;
Together we savor fog, haze and rainbows.
We seem to always live apart,
But actually depend upon each other forever.
This has to be called extraordinary love.
Faith resides in it:
Love–
I love not only your sublime body
But the space you occupy,
The land beneath your feet.
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
Those whose flowers have withered once
Are the first to know what spring means;
Those who have never borne flowers
Think soonest of withering.
translated by Fang Dai, Dennis Ding, & Edward Morin
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