At Dusk Poem by Shaojun Li

At dusk, time for dinner
I went out to call my old father walking in the woods

The night color was saturating little by little
Darkness was spreading like ink on rice paper
With each call, the night color was pushed out a little further
With each pause, it gathered again

The sound of my call
Echoed for a very long time in the woods
Then rippled out in the wind like waves

The answer from my father
Seemed to have brightened up the dark night

——translated by Shelley Kristina