Ai Qing's The Sun
From the ancient tomb
From the dark ages
From the other side of the stream of human death
Shake the sleeping mountains
If the steam wheel flies over the sand dunes,
The sun is rolling towards me. ...
It's hard to hide the light.
Breathe life
Let tall trees and branches dance with it.
Let the river run to it with crazy songs
I heard it when it came.
Insect pupae that sting in winter are spinning underground.
The crowd spoke loudly in the clearing.
A distant city
Call it electricity and steel.
So my heart and chest
Torn by the hand of fire
A stale soul
Abandoned by the river
I have a firm belief in human regeneration.