The Day Has Little Rains - Poem by Wang Qian
The day has little rains,
One drop one drop
Little little honey rocks,
Jump jump onto the grey ground,
Ripple ripple into pieces of rhymes.
I am losting in the drfting mist
Or running into the maze of paradise?
Colourful faces, dramatic masks, lots of
moving eyes weaving a long gorgeous creeping snake.
What a snake
wearied of keeping alert,
Or busy on responding the calls from the Devil,
Asking those seductive questions
Which all the evil and thirsty would be hooked.
On and on,
The footsteps and eyesights are bound.
I want to seek something to be found,
However it's so dim around.
Breathless airs, sobbing mountains,
With silent tears peacefully dripping
Without a sound.
All the excited are rushing,
Flashing, squeezing, struggling,
In escaping sizzes.
They take their fantastic odds and ends
all their lovely belongings.
And nothing to forget.
Things along with the hearts been grabbed.
The old kisses fly away,
Everything seems still ok,
Even though no memory.
The world is happy,
However, it's empty.
Pure pure the sky is,
One tries to be tidy,
When the little rains marching
down from his face,
Taken as clamorous fleas.
In this case,
Not in ease,
He controls his burning craziness.
Oh, what a dreadful thing
That vexes his heart alone!
It's in his most glorious crown
that all the untitled jokes had been found!
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