Nima Yooshij Poems

My House is Cloudy
the entire earth is cloudy.

Above the narrow pass, the shattered and desolate and drunken
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The moon beams
the glowworm glows
sleep is seldom ruined, but
worry over this heedless lot
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Hey, you over there
who are sitting on the shore, happy and laughing,
someone is dying in the water,
someone is constantly struggling
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Yellow hasn't become red for no reason
the red hasn't cast its colour
upon the wall for no reason.
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In the cold winter night
The furnace of the sun too
Burns not like the hot hearth of my lamp,
And no lamp is luminous as mine
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A night of deep darkness.
On a branch of the old fig tree
A frog croaks without cease,
Predicting a storm, a deluge,
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Along the riverbank wanders the old turtle
the day's a sunny day.
The rice-paddy scene is warm.
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The candle burns, beside the curtain set,
So far this woman hasn't slept yet;
Over the cradle she leans (alone),
O wretched one, O wretched one.
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I wonder what tumult is racking the silence of this jungle
That breeds a hundred songs of joy and sorrow in the heart;
I wonder what magic lies within the depth of jungles
That helps the jungle witch to ensnare man.
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Surviving from very distant nights
At a silent path towards the jungle
A little stove made of stone,
Contains some cold ashes.
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