Baiyun Whispering Modern Poetry

I am a white cloud.

Countless ice crystals, rain and dew converge and reshape

in the general

Shaped me

I am a lonely wanderer.

Alone, alone.

Have lofty ideals and beliefs.

Siberian wind

Blow me up

Through Malacca, through Panama, through Cape Hafen.

Travel-stained all the way here.

I want to show the righteousness of the world here.

Even in this gray fog

Full of contempt and disdain of the world.

Gloomy and apathy

I know I will eventually dissipate.

Lightning struck me, the strong light pierced me, and the wind roared at me.

But I don't care.

I don't care!

Even if I turn to dust, sink in and fall down

Even if I am swallowed up by the abyss

There is only darkness in front of us.

I'll still be deep underground,

Give me a long loud cry:

Born to die!

Born to die!