This is a poem by Hai Zi, a Chinese poet, that I translated.
make a fire and walk it to the boat to see the mountaintop, rain soaked, wheat field.
such small, weak, grains.
then extinguish the fire in front of the idols.
we rely on each other in silence.
you are a fairy, you live in the hamlet’s depths.
o moon, you frigid flame, the ever ripe maiden in your rain coat.
tonight’s flame is dressed to appear as a fresh flower.
to swim in the sky’s south.
to swim in the night, rise above the top of my head.
the little village in the highlands is small, impoverished.
it looks like a grain, like an umbrella.
the naked maiden in the umbrella silently doesn’t speak.
the impoverished, lonely, maiden looks like a queen, lives within the umbrella
sunlight and rainwater can only give you dust and mud.
you hide from everything in the umbrella
refusing tears and memories.
This is a poem by Hai Zi, a Chinese poet, that I translated. It was written in January of 1989.
Facing the Sea, Warm Spring Flowers Blooming
by Hai Zi
Starting tomorrow, I’ll be fortunate,
greet the horses, split firewood, travel the globe.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll connect with the grain and the vegetables,
have a room, facing the sea, warm spring flowers blooming.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll talk to the bitter;
I’ll tell them about my happiness
and what the lightning strike of fortune tells me.
My desire is to tell everyone.
I’ll give every river, every mountain a warm name.
Strangers, I wish also for your fortune.
I wish you all a bright future,
wish you lovers and that love will find a way,
wish you’ll find fortune in this life.
I just wish to face the sea, and that warm spring flowers bloom.
This is a poem that I worked on translating last summer by Rabindranath Tagore. It is about a forest bird and a caged bird asking each other to come over and play. I just found a photo of my translation and my favorite part.
বনের পাখি বলে “না, শেথা কোথায় উরিবারে পাই!”
The forest bird says, “No, how shall I find the chance to spread my wings!”
খাঁচার পাখি বলে “হায়, মেধে কোথায় বসিবার থাঁই।”
The caged bird says, “Alas, where on the clouds shall I find a safe place to roost.”
I spent about an hour more than I should have converting to the new facebook. I saw a few people style their new photos in creative ways and I decided to try.
Because it took a bit of time, and I’m not sure how long it will last, I saved a screenshot of it and decided to post it here. It is a photo of my Dad and I recreating “The Creation of Adam” in our living room. Also I wanted my Dad to see it because he is in the photo and does not have a facebook.
Also, after I did all of this by hand, I found out that there is now a program to do it all for you. . . Awesome.
UPDATE: My profile picture just made it to Reddit! Check it out here.