by Zang Di
The heart-tomb stands on its head in the volcano.
When the dynamo of white clouds flames out,
Blue is more enchanting than the purity of time.
Maybe, this is not merely a memory,
For you also mature in the maturity of the cherry.
This is not obvious at the moment, but it does not matter.
When efforts are made, what is left in language is nothing
But a noble craziness. For instance, you
Have lived through so much sorrow, and if another
Were in your place, he might’ve been killed a thousand times.
But nearby, the falling flowers have preceded the vision of time:
It seems that you are the only one in this world who has killed sorrow.
June 21, 2014
tr. Fan Jinghua