Now I put my poem
Wrapped tightly in this book
Send it to you like a cage full of birds.
Blue sky, endless places around the stars,
The space where my poems fly,
Be left outside.
Stars plucked from the center of the night,
Form a close connection
Maybe in the suburbs of heaven
Jewelry merchants sell them at high prices,
But the gods will miss it
That vague and extraordinary ethereal value.
Imagine a poem suddenly acting like a flying fish.
Flash the silence of time!
You don't want to catch it.
With a group of prisoners
Is it displayed in your glass jar?
In the long leisure time of the prince and grandson,
The poet is before his kind king every day.
Recite his poems,
At that time, there were no ghosts of publishing houses.
In the dark silence.
To discredit the carefree background of * * *,
Lived up in the uncoordinated natural accompaniment;
At that time, poetry had not been used.
Arranged in neat letters,
Let people swallow it silently.
Oh, the poem written for listening.
Under the owner's critical eyes,
Today is like a bunch of slaves.
Exiled into the gray darkness of unadjusted paper piles,
Those who have been kissed forever
But I got lost in the publisher's market.
Because now is a hopeless rush and crowded era.
Goddess of lyric poetry
When I walk into the heart of a sad singer
You must take the tram and bus.
I sigh, I hate not being born.
The Golden Age of Carlito Slope,
And you are-but what's the use of this random wish?
I was hopelessly born in this frenzied publishing age,-
A backward Carlito,
And you, my love, are very modern.
You are lounging in the easy chair.
Open my poem,
You never had a chance to half close your eyes.
Listen to the whisper of that syllable.
Finally, put it on your poet
The corolla of a rose.
The only reward you give
Only a few silver horns.
Pay at the University Square.
Booksellers on the bookstall.
Ⅰ
1
Come on, my friend, don't back down, go on.
On hard ground.
Don't collect dreams in the dark.
A storm is brewing in the sky,
Lightning struck our dreams.
Live an ordinary life.
The web of fantasy is torn,
Hiding in the stone wall.
2
News of my lover
Spread among the flowers in spring.
It reminds me of old songs.
My heart suddenly filled up.
The green leaves of longing.
My lover didn't come, but she stroked my hair and she
The sound came from the fragrant fields in the humming of April.
She stared at the sky,
But where are her eyes?
Her kiss was in the air,
But where are her lips?
three
Calling for no results,
The heat of desire is completely empty.
The sun set in his resting place.
The forest is hazy and the sky is bright.
Look down and walk slowly towards the evening star.
Follow the last day
Deep in the breath of dusk
Full of parting thoughts.
I hold your hand,
With my eager eyes tightly
Grab your eyes;
Looking for the phone, where are you,
Where? Oh, where!
What are you hiding in your heart?
Eternal flame!
Like a dark night sky
Lonely stars
The light in the sky, in its endless
Mysteriously, trembling,
In your eyes, in the depths of your eyes.
A trembling and unrestrained mysterious light flashed.
I watched it silently,
I put my heart and soul into it
This bottomless desire:
Drowned himself.
four
If there is only pain in love
Then why love?
You asked her how stupid her heart was.
Because I gave my heart to her!
Desire burns in your blood.
The crazy flash in your eyes
Why is there such a cycle of merits and demerits
A man who wants nothing from the world.
He is a contented man;
The tenderness of spring is for him,
There are flowers and birds;
But love is like a tortured shadow.
Covering the whole world,
Swallowed up life and youth.
Then why seek this black fog that makes life dark?
five
I used to cherish fantasy.
But now I've abandoned them.
Take the wrong path
I stepped on a thorn.
Only then did we know that they were not flowers.
I will never play with love,
Never tease my heart.
I will look for hiding in you.
On the shore of this sea of misery.
six
I once loved you in a hundred images,
From this generation to that generation, from this life to his life.
My love weaves the chains of poetry.
You kindly picked it up and hung it around your neck,
From this generation to that generation, from this life to his life.
When I listened to the original story,
The pain of ancient love,
Happy meeting and separation in ancient times,
I see your image in eternal life.
Gather light in the dark
Like a star, it is embedded in the memory of "everything" forever.
We both started from the heart.
Two springs of love floated up.
We used to play in the lives of thousands of lovers.
In the sadness and loneliness filled with tears,
In the shy trembling of sweet polymerization,
Forever renewed in the life of old love.
The torrent of eternal love
Finally found its final and complete direction.
All the sadness and wishes,
Memories of all the carnival moments,
Love songs of all poets in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad
From all sides
Gather into a love and lie at your feet.
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When you are excited, you are cursed, and your life is solidified.
A stubborn stone, white, cold and heartless.
You took a holy bath in the dust and jumped into the quiet depths of the earth.
You lie in endless silence, and the sunset falls like a seed.
Flowers should sprout in the new morning.
You grab your mother's breasts from the roots of plants like a baby's fingers, and feel
The passion of the sun kissing.
In the evening, the tired sons of dust returned to the dust, and they had a good time.
Play with the great and gentle Mother Earth and touch you.
Weeds entangle you with intimate flower chains.
You are surrounded by the ocean of life, whose waves are leaves moving, bees flying and grasshoppers flying.
The dance of grasshoppers and the flutter of moth wings.
Generation after generation, you listen and count the steps of those who can't see.
Under his contact, silence shone into music.
Woman (1), sin stripped you of your clothes, cursed you, and you sublimated into.
For the perfect life.
Dewdrops of the bottomless night quiver on your eyelids and are green in the evergreen age.
Moss sticks to your hair.
In your awakening, you have new life and ancient miracles.
You are as young as a new flower and as old as a mountain.
This woman is Ahriyah in Indian mythology, the first woman created by Brahma. She had an affair with Tian Lei, and her husband jota Mohan turned her into a stone. Later, he was moved by the protagonist Rama and returned to his original shape. -Translation
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Come on, my friend, he can free me from the shackles of labor.
Because when pilgrims run with their dreams, I fall behind.
Like a torrent, it suddenly overflows and rushes into the sea with its contribution.
Take me away from the heavy burden.
From the crowd
You, the person I belong to completely,
Someone who can call out my real name
And always smile at me to let people I know.
nine
Chains? They are really shackles, love and hope in our hearts.
They are like a mother's arms, holding the child tightly on her warm chest.
Thirst? Yes, it is this desire that brings its happiness to life.
A source is in the bosom of the eternal mother.
Who wants to take away the child's desire to hug his mother when he grows up?
Where is your arm open?
10
I believe I have something to say to her.
When our eyes meet on the road.
But she walked over and there was this sentence.
day and night
Like an empty boat rocking on the waves of time-
What I want to say to her.
It seems to be an endless pursuit.
Sailing in the autumn clouds
Flowers blooming into dusk.
Looking for its lost language in the sunset.
It flashed in my mind like a firefly.
In the darkness of despair
Find its own meaning—
What I want to say to her.
1 1
Lord of my existence, did your wish come true for me?
A day without service has passed, and a night without love has passed.
Flowers fall in the dust and are not collected. Please accept them.
Your own tune is loose, and you have no tune.
I slept in the shade of your garden and forgot to water your flowers and trees.
Has time passed, my love? We have arrived here.
The end of the game
Then let the parting bell ring and let the morning refresh love.
Let the new marriage knot be tied for us in the new marriage certificate.
12
At the coronation ceremony of youth, Kalidasa,
You sit on the throne, your lover sits next to you,
In the original love paradise.
The ground under your feet is covered with green lichen,
The sky puts an embroidered gold umbrella on your head;
All kinds of charming wine glasses are held in the season.
Dancing around you,
The happiness and loneliness that the whole universe gives you,
In the boundless silence of your newlywed wedding.
Leave no trace of human sorrow.
Suddenly God's curse fell from the sky.
On the Infinite Separation of Youth Selfishness
Throw an isolated thunderbolt.
Blink of an eye, this season's service is over.
When the veil of love loneliness is torn apart,
Appear in the sky with blurred eyes
The ranks of the rainy world in June
The sad tone of your dead heart, through it,
To a distant dream.
13
I remembered some short poems and trifles this morning.
I seem to be boating on a stream and crossing the world on both sides.
Every little scene sighed and said, "I'm leaving."
The joys and sorrows of the world, like brothers and sisters, raise their poor eyes to me from a distance.
Light.
The love of family emerged from her corner and gave me a brief glimpse.
I gazed longingly at the center of the world through the window.
I think it is always lovely to count all its advantages and disadvantages together.
Yes
14
They say, you are the sea of all things, with endless depth.
Jewelry.
Many skilled divers are looking for them in the sea.
But I don't want to seek with them.
The flashing light on your water, the mystery of ups and downs in your mind, make you fly.
Dancing crazy music and dancing on your waves is enough for me.
Satisfied.
In case I get tired of these things, I will jump into your infinite depth: that
Or death, or jewelry.
15
You will live in me, just like a full moon on a summer night, quietly.
Your sad eyes will look at me when I am wandering.
The shadow of your veil will be cast on my heart.
Your breath is like a full moon on a summer night. It will soar in my dream and make it fragrant.
16
Oh, saint, by the light of your sacred touch.
Recognize our efforts.
Living in our hearts,
Let your great image be in front of us forever.
Forgive our sins,
It also teaches us to forgive others.
Guide us through all the sadness and sadness.
Reach a quiet and strong position,
Touch us with love.
Overcome pride,
Let us, because we have converted to you.
Exile all hatred.
17
It is the intermittent rain that makes the sky tired.
Poor man without complaint! Poor homeless man!
The howling wind died in sobs and sighs.
What is it chasing in a pathless field, Fei Ying?
The night is as desperate as the eyes of the blind.
Poor man without complaint! Poor homeless man!
The choppy river disappeared into the endless darkness.
Thunder roared and lightning bared its teeth.
Starlight fades away.
Poor man without complaint! Poor homeless man!
18
You have been alone all night, and your eyes are tired. What a lovely person!
The lights are dim and swaying in the breeze.
Dry your tears, my friend, and pull the gauze on your chest.
The autumn morning is still the same, the air is filled with the fragrance of trees, and the grass path caresses.
Gentle.
Let the garland of poor night wrap around the bed.
Come to this morning world, pick flowers, put them in your skirt, and then put them in your skirt.
Put a new core in your hair.
19
I put my heart into this world; You picked it up.
I look for happiness but collect sadness. You gave me sadness, but I found it soon.
Music.
My heart breaks into pieces, you take them in your hand and put on the rope of love.
Let's go
You let me wander from door to door and let me know how close you are to me in the end.
Your love makes me deeply sad.
When I looked up, I found myself at your door.
20
My heart is like a peacock on a rainy day.
Open the feathers full of ecstasy thoughts.
Find some fantasies from the sky in its carnival,—
Longing for someone it doesn't know.
My heart is dancing.
Clouds and thunder rumbled through the sky—
Showers swept the ground,
Pigeons tremble quietly in their nests,
Frogs are buzzing in the flooded fields.
Dark clouds are gathering and thunder rumbles.
Ah, the one on the palace tower,
Then open her thick black braid,
Who is she with a blue gauze on her chest?
In the lightning, she suddenly jumped away.
Let her black hair fly on her chest.
Oh, my heart dances like a peacock,
In summer, raindrops fall on new leaves.
The chirping of crickets disturbed the shade,
The river rose and washed the countryside grass.
My heart is dancing.
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The silent earth looked at my face and embraced me with open arms.
At night, the fingers of the stars touch my dream soul. They know my old name.
Words.
Their whispers reminded me of the tone of that long silent hypnotic song.
They brought the smiles I saw in Guang Xiao's early days to my heart.
Love is in every grain of the earth, in the happy sky.
Even if it turns to dust, I am willing, because the dust is touched by his feet.
Even if it becomes a flower, I will, because the flower is in his hand.
He is in the sea, on the shore; He's with the boat carrying everything.
No matter what I am, I am blessed. This lovely dusty land
Blessed are you.
22
People close to me don't know that you are closer to me than they are.
The person I'm talking to doesn't know. My heart is full of things you haven't said.
Language.
The crowded people on my road don't know that I am traveling with you.
People who love me don't know that their love has brought you to my heart.
23
I stare at your vastness from a distance.
No trace of sadness, death or parting can be found.
Only when I turn to my dark self
When I'm not looking at you,
Death shows its true form of terror.
Sorrow shows its pain.
You are absolutely safe,
Everything lives at your feet forever.
The horror of death only haunts me with his endless sadness,
But my poverty is shameful
The burden of my life
When I feel you in my heart
When the center exists,
It disappeared immediately.
24
I ask you to make a pilgrimage in your silent inner temple, my king.
Call me from the crowd,
When your door is open to everyone, I am with the noisy public.
I went into your yard together, but I couldn't find you in a hurry.
It's evening now, and they go their separate ways home with lanterns, leaving me here.
Wander around for a while, stand at your feet, hold up the lamp and look at your face.
25
Light up your signal light, father, because we are moving away from you.
People.
Our residence was shrouded in ruins by the approaching shadow of terror.
Excuse me.
When every honor and shame laughs at us, our hearts sink under the burden of despair.
Personality, when we crawl in the dust, we humiliate you.
Because it violated the dignity you gave us-your children,
Because we will blow out our lights in despicable fear.
It seems that this lonely world is blind and godless.
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But I will never believe that you can't find it, my king, although we
Our poverty is deep and our shame is heavy.
Your intention is to chase the veil of despair and fight in your own time.
Open the impossible door.
You came, just like walking into your own door, in an unexpected place.
God, I walked into the unprepared hall.
Under your touch, the dark ruins turned into a flower and were seen in its arms.
Invisible gains are growing.
So I still have hope-not broken and mended, but a new world.
Boundaries will appear.
27
My brothers, don't be ashamed when you stand proudly in plain white robes.
In front of powerful people.
Let humility be your crown and your freedom is the freedom of your soul.
Build God's throne on your vast and empty poverty every day and know
Greatness is not greatness, but pride cannot last forever.
28
You will guide me from this star to that star and wake me up in the new morning of love.
get up
It is your love that leads the source of my life from the lost path in the New Strait to you.
To the edge of the world.
You will surprise me with a brand-new illusion of perfection in every corner.
The immortal image of happiness has shaped my times.
Infinite raw water will not be bound to the unchangeable shackles of "immortality", but
Quickly in its endless worship of love, from death to death.
To countless new areas of light.
29
Dark clouds cover all the light above; Birds croak in our cage.
Ask you: "friend, is this the time of death of creation?"
Did god take back his blessing from heaven? "
Sometimes, the sudden wind in April will blow the fragrance of distant hope to us.
In my heart, sometimes the morning light will put us in prison with its golden spell.
Gilding the iron sill will also bring joy to our cage in the bright world.
inch
But, you see, the mountain peak over there is completely black, even the hole is black.
The sickle moon can't split a tiny crack.
Today, our chains weigh heavily on our feet; In the sky, even one
The light that can form the illusion of joy is not left.
But don't let our fears and sorrows torment you, my friend!
Don't come and sit in front of our cage and shout with us.
Your wings are not tied.
You leave us far away and fly out of the clouds.
From there, you used poetry to convey a message to us:
"The light has been on. The light of the sun has not gone out. "
30
The war has started. After struggle and struggle, all the treasures were collected and collected.
Here it comes.
Come on, woman, take your beautiful golden urn and wash away the dirt.
Clean, crack repair, make this treasure pile beautiful and good.
Come on, beauty, put the golden urn on your head.
The play is over. I went to the village to make a stove.
Come on, woman, bring your holy water bottle. With your quiet smile and
Enthusiasm makes my home clean.
Come, noble woman, take your holy water bottle.
The morning passed. The sun burns. Wandering pedestrians look for shade.
Come on, woman, bring your sweet water bottle. Drive yours.
Door, send him a welcome wreath and invite him in.
Come on, blessed woman, bring your bottle full of sweetness.
One day has passed. It's time to say goodbye.
Come on, woman, bring a bottle full of your tears. Let you tolerate
Sad eyes shed soft light on the way to parting, and your hands trembled.
Touch, make the parting time complete.
Come on, sad woman, bring your tear bottle.
The night is deep; The room is empty, the bed is empty, and only the light of the last Dojo is still on.
Look at that.
Come on, woman, bring your bottle full of memories. Dance in a cloak
Send it out, put on pure white clothes, open the door of the secret room, full worship.
That lamp.
Come on, poor woman, take your bottle full of memories.
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Love, you make my life great with the solemnity of death, and you make my farewell brilliant.
My thoughts and dreams have been stained with brilliance.
Glittering tears and bright light appear in the last sunset of life, a paradise.
The hints falling from the starry sky of love and the flames of kissing light up our land.
Sadness, in a completely extinguished fiery carnival, made them die.
This knot is great.
Love, you let me see the grandeur of life and death.
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Like a gentle evening, it consumes the traces of fatigue and destruction of the dark day, cage
Covered in its dark gauze pleats, it still makes me feel deeply sorry for your loss.
Sorrow, my love, has spread golden sadness in my life.
Silence.
Let it all broken pieces and bend, all meaningless throwing and breaking.
Fragments and messy ruins disappear into the peace of your memory.
Some nights are wide and big, full of pain and tranquility.
33
Through death and sorrow
Heping residence
In the "eternal" heart.
The water of life keeps flowing,
Sun color and starlight
With a smile of survival
Spring brings its poetry.
waves rise and fall
Flowers bloom and fall.
My heart longs to return to its original place.
At endless feet.
34
Night came to me.
My desire to wander all day has returned to my heart, just like in the atmosphere of a quiet night.
The whispers of the sea.
In the dark, a solitary lamp was lit in my room.
Silence is in my blood.
I closed my eyes, and in my heart, I saw the beauty beyond all images.
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Only my heart and myself know what kind of tunes my life is full of.
Only my heart and myself know why I wait and who I ask for what.
Like a friend smiling at my door in the morning, like a flower on the edge of the forest at night.
Landing.
The music of pipa is floating in the air in the morning and evening, which takes my thoughts away from my work.
Let's go
What is this music? Who is playing it? Only my heart and I know.
36
When I came to beg you, you rejected me. You are doing very well.
I saw a smile in your farewell eyes; since then/from then on
I learned my lesson. I broke my old begging bowl,
I wait for an opportunity to give what I have to others.
Since morning, people have gathered in front of your door.
Let their needs be met. When the night comes
They dispersed and their voices were silent; When the stars seem to be listening
The epic of their lives,-
The struggle between new light and ancient darkness,-
I came to your feet with a longing gift:
"Take my flute in your hand and play it, master."
37
In my blood, I feel your faint blindfolded footsteps, "always moving!" "
In the past, "Ah,
On a noisy day
I have seen your silent face.
You have written us on our destiny in invisible handwriting.
Unfinished story of ancestors.
You paint a forgotten pattern as a new image.
Bring back to life.
The restless "now" itself is not your own set of illusions.
Like one day the stars fly from the infinite silent sky?
38①
I can be born in this land, so I am lucky to love her. I am
Blessed are you.
Although she has no royal treasures, the love wealth in her life is very important to me.
It is precious enough.
The best fragrant gift for my heart is her own flowers, and I
I don't know where else moonlight can make me so beautiful.
psychosomatic
The first light in my eyes comes from her own sky, let
This light kissed them before I closed my eyes forever.
This song and the next six songs were composed by the poet during the Bangladesh autonomy movement. -Translation
39
Finally, the flood rushed to your dry river bed.
Call the boatman,
Cut the rope,
Let's put the boat down.
Pick up your paddle, my partner,
Your debt is getting heavier and heavier.
Because you only do business upstream of the pier,
I wasted all my time.
Pull up the anchor,
Raise the sail,
Don't worry about anything.
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If they don't respond to your call and walk away,
If they are afraid, cowering and silent by the wall,
Oh, you're unfortunate,
Speak with an open mind.
If they walk away on their own when crossing the wilderness and abandon you,
Oh, you are unfortunate.
Stepping on thorns, a person walks along the bloody road.
If the storm disturbs the night,
They don't raise their lights,
Oh, you're unfortunate,
Burn your own heart with the thunder flame of pain
Let it burn again.