Echo
Akhmatova (USSR)
The road to the past has long since disappeared, in fact, today
What else do I need to explore the remnants of the past?
What's over there? It's a slate stained with blood,
It is the railing door that enters the tomb,
Or the echo that still refuses to be silent,
Even though I begged again and again, it just wouldn't listen...
This echo is the same as the thought in my heart,
I refuse to be quiet.
Translated by Dai Xiao
I have traveled all the villages looking for you
José Martí (Cuba)
I have traveled all the villages looking for you,
Has been finding the end of the world where the white clouds flutter,
To find your shadow,
I picked a lot of irises in the valley.
The flowers spoke to me sadly:
"How much pain have you brought with you!"
Why do you have to collect blue flowers,
She had chosen the yellow bouquet. ”
What's going on? I've traveled all over the world,
Yesterday finally found you,
But my beating heart,
But suddenly it didn't belong to me!
Translated by Ulan Khan
night
Martinsson (Sweden)
Lean over and look! There are stars in the well.
Brilliant Venus
It shimmers quietly among the reflected sheep's tooth leaves.
It was a night of green earth.
The stars are showing their faces, how clear!
It seems to appear from a window on the earth.
Translated by Li Kasa
Young girl
Pound (USA)
The tree grows into the palm of my hand,
Leaves rise up on my arm,
Tree on my chest
Long downwards,
Branches grew like arms out of me.
You are the tree,
You are moss,
You are the violet blowing in the breeze,
You're a child —so tall,
All this is regarded as foolishness by the world.
Translated by Zhao Yiheng
Yangtai
Vittorio Serena (Italy)
Suddenly, twilight shrouded
You didn't know it then
Where is the other side of the lake?
There was only a low whisper
Skimming over our lives
Under that dangling balcony
That night
Under the flash of a torpedo boat
We're all for one
There is no such thing as saying anything
And fearful
After the torpedo boat spied on us
Turned around and left again
Translated by Qian Hongjia
My heart is on the plateau
Pence (UK)
My heart is in the plateau, my heart is not here,
My heart is in the plateau, forcing the deer.
Chasing wild deer, stalking roe deer;
My heart is on the plateau, no matter where I go,
Goodbye, highlands, goodbye, northern countries,
The hometown of heroes, the venerable homeland,
No matter where I go, where I go,
I will always love the hills of the plateau.
Farewell, towering snowy mountains,
Farewell, the streams and valleys under the mountain,
Farewell, the forest and the woods of the branches,
Farewell, the roar of the rapid rivers and torrents,
My heart is in the plateau, my heart is not here,
My heart is in the highlands, chasing deer,
Chasing wild deer, stalking roe deer,
My heart is on the plateau, no matter where I go.
Translated by Yuan Kejia
listen
Capelan (Finland)
listen
In silence
No Silence:
fingernail
wall.
Translated by Kitajima
Walk the road at night
Hesse (Germany)
At night I walk on the road of dust,
The high wall casts a slanting shadow,
I saw it through the vines
Sprinkle the moonlight on the creek and the road.
Songs that have been sung before,
And I whispered again,
Countless shadows
Staggered on the road.
The voices of previous years echoed in the ears again,
exposure to wind, snow and sun,
Summer nights and blue lightning,
Storms and the fatigue of the journey.
Tanned skin,
Suck enough in this abundant world,
I felt myself being dragged forward,
Until my path fell into the darkness.
Translated by Hu Qiding
The last love letter
Zhang Zhihao
Write a love letter to the heartless
I wish him a good death too
May he finally win loneliness, old age and regret
These belonged to him in the first place
Booty, through a long journey through time
Delivered late at night
He will put on a fluffy nightgown and pull on his slippers
Come downstairs, quiet snow
Stamped postman
The moon proved that he was indeed out of his hands
I took the pen and signed it in the lower right corner of the paper
The name of a winner
With his rebellious handwriting
Night helped me calm down
Rusisi
When night falls, everything is dark.
It's like there's nothing in front of you.
It's like everything is over, everything is not your own.
Even this body is not its own.
Why light a lamp?
Let us see what we shouldn't see.
Night is my comfort and grace.
Night helped me to calm down and enjoy rest.