Unequivocally speaking
I came here just for this name
Cold wind has swept all the mundane words
The Han, Sui, Tang and Song Dynasties are fading away
One story after another is
hibernating behind the plaque
Fuit offerings
Together with burning incense
Have swallowed sunset
Upon stepping into the boundary of spring
Those remote past events
All of a sudden
Turn back to retrace their steps
Without your appearance
Neither peach blossom beside the village
Nor rape on the hillside
Would come out
A heavily-padded quilt
Wraps the city's body tightly
Alarm clocks go on and on
Night, like a child fond of sleep
Haunted by dreams
Has overslept
Masks are new seals
Covering up
Mouths about to talk but falter
Folding life in half again and again
Cutting off the extra parts of the body
You only let sorrow remain
There is no need for a leaf to set off
All colors are pale and powerless
A flower
Lays bare life's mystery
After climbing over a mountain
I find myself confronting another higher mountain
Separated by a river bank
Repeatedly depicted
And daubed by imagination
The distant place
Which I dream of time and time again
Just stands in its place at the distance
Beckoning to me
Yet I can't reach i
One ring after another
Entangled in the body
Forms an inextricable fast knot
Like periods acting as repeated reminders
The rings break off
The back time has straightened up
Thus declaring
The doom of a tree
Translated by NI Qinghang
7九月
云朵褪掉全身羽毛
枯叶流落街头
草原精心布下的局
被一阵凉风搅黄
寂寞占领了
一个又一个山头
往事走不出死亡的阴影
勉强活下来的
只有诗
September
By WEI Yanlie
Clouds shed their feathers
Withered leaves drift down the street
The layout that grassland has carefully designed
Is scuppered by a cold wind
Loneliness has occupied
One mountain after another
Past events can not walk out of the death's shadow
What barely survives
Is nothing but poetry
The penholder is still there
Retaining its original hardness
But the pen holder's waist is getting softer and softer
After having learned to embroider and embellish
Like lumbar disc herniation
Hyperosteogeny
Once used to them
Patients won't feel any pain
The drizzle is irrigating
The incenses that burn vigorously
A fit of sutras chanting
Has consecrated
Small accessories of yours
As if there were a hand
Out of the dusk
Gently caressing
The top of
Your head
The iron chain is like a flash of lightning
Sunlight follows the mountain shapes
And cuts one stroke after another
The cold wind makes winter scenery
Move from one peak to another
Turning back
You will see the setting sun slowly roll up a picture
And fall asleep into a dream
诗者：空也静，原名魏彦烈，青海省作协会员。诗发200多种纸刊，出版《格桑花开》《草原情歌》、《仰望昆仑》、《风舞经幡》、汉英双语诗集《轮回》等诗集多部。获昆仑文艺奖，唐蕃古道文学奖。诗观：快乐生活，安静写诗。
译者：柳溪清泉，原名倪庆行，山东农业大学外国语学院副教授。对诗歌情有独钟，诗歌译作散见于《海外英语》、《暮雪诗刊》、《英语通》及《中国诗歌网》、《译原》网络期刊。研究方向为语篇分析、汉英对比与翻译。座右铭：生有所为（To live is to function）。
发表于 2020-5-9 10:55