Like barley bending
On the lowlands by the sea
Sing in the wind
ceaselessly
Like barley bending
Rise again
Me too, intact.
Rise from pain
I will also gently
Long days, long nights
Change my sadness
Turn it into a song
-Guo Moruo translation:
Like barley.
In coastal lowlands,
In the strong wind
Keep humming and rocking.
Like barley.
Blow it down and get up again,
I will stick to it.
Put the pain aside.
I also want to be flexible,
Don't ask how long the day and night are.
Put my sadness
Turn into singing.