Искусствоед
Mei Yao Ch'en
Sorrow
Heaven took my wife. Now it
Has also taken my son.
My eye are not allowed a
Dry season. It is too much
For my heart. I long for death.
When the rain falls and enters
The earth, when a pearl drops into
The depth of the sea, you can
Dive in the sea and find the
Pearl, you can dig in the earth
And find the water. But no one
Has ever come back from the
Underground Springs. Once gone, life
is over for good. My chest
Tightens against me. I have
No one to turn to. Nothing,
Not even a shadow in a mirror.
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth
Sorrow
Heaven took my wife. Now it
Has also taken my son.
My eye are not allowed a
Dry season. It is too much
For my heart. I long for death.
When the rain falls and enters
The earth, when a pearl drops into
The depth of the sea, you can
Dive in the sea and find the
Pearl, you can dig in the earth
And find the water. But no one
Has ever come back from the
Underground Springs. Once gone, life
is over for good. My chest
Tightens against me. I have
No one to turn to. Nothing,
Not even a shadow in a mirror.
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth