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Photo by Anat Zecharia

PRAYER

sacred light wherever you are
let me stand look at peace
you are a tree thicket shrub
you are a house
you are the sparkle
you are the splendour
heard with the birds
sacred light wherever you are
let us stand look at peace
you are time
you are space
you are the heavens
in our hearts
sacred light wherever you are
grant us peace grant us wonder
grant us work
grant us leisure intercourse
grant us listening to each other
amen

MW July 2014, English Oct. 2015

祈祷

聖光你在哪儿
讓我站立静看
你是棵树
叢林草木
是房屋
燦爛
豔麗
在鳥鸣里
聖光你在哪儿
讓咱站立静看
看时间
看地方
看天堂
在咱心里
聖光你在哪儿
求你奉安静
奉驚奇
工作、休閒、游玩
奉我们交談
倾聽對方
阿門

2014-2015

GEBET

heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass mich stehen stille schauen
du bist ein baum ein busch ein strauch
du bist ein haus
du bist der glanz
du bist die pracht
im vogelruf
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
lass uns stehen stille schauen
du bist die zeit
du bist der ort
du bist der himmel
in unseren herzen
heiliges licht wo immer du bist
gib uns stille gib uns staunen
gib uns arbeit
gib uns muße spiel gespräche
gib uns aufeinanderhören
amen

MW Juli 2014

桜

blossom

shine and float in white and pink
carried forth into the day
all among the loony people
certainly the trees are blooming
growing, falling, ripening
standing, breathing in the wind

MW April 2011

Photo by Ronnie Niedermeyer

bluete

weiss und rosa leuchtend schweben
fortgetragen in die tage
unter allen irren menschen
bluehen zweifellos die baeume
wachsen, fallen, reifen, stehen
atmen, oeffnen sich im wind

MW April 2011

補給品

Annabelle

Now gather round and let me tell
The tale of Danny Wise:
And how his sweet wife Annabelle
Did suck out both his eyes.

And if I tell the story true
And if I tell it clear
There's not a mortal one of you
Won't shriek in mortal fear.

She gathered kindle in the wood
She gathered twigs and cones
To cook a soup of oxen blood
And out of certain bones.

He met her when the sun was low
His horse had lost his way.
And he was blind, and couldn't know
The evening from the day.

The village folk, they called him wise
He saw through people's hearts.
But Annabelle lived in disguise
She came from other parts.

Maybe a demon out of hell
A spirit from a grave.
At first she treated him quite well
Good nourishment she gave.

She gave him shelter for the night
He stayed for many days.
Poor Danny's wisdom couldn't fight
Against her gentle ways.

Her family had died, she said
And she was all alone.
But she had vegetables and bread
Her food was never gone.

He stayed until she married him
She married many men.
She pickled them and kept them fresh
And cooked them in her den.

She liked his head, she liked his brain
She liked his tender eyes
They had been blind, but then again
They tasted like his thighs

Or maybe even softer still
He gave her quite a thrill
His other parts, she kept them well
And later ate her fill.

This is not really how he died
But we have heard her name
And people like the way I've lied
It helps us with our game.

Stephen Fry (first two stanzas) / MW
December 2008

夜色

night is full

the night is full of poetry
there is an 18th-storey hole
or maybe it is 22
it proudly grows across the street
the night is full of poetry
i like the windows at the front
the big ones, and the frames are white
and all the rest is scaffolding
the night is full of poetry
i like it when the air grows cold
and when the city starts to calm
i like the lull between the cars
the night is full of poetry
there is an 18th-storey house
or maybe it is 22
across from us in our yard
i like it somehow, actually
the night is full of poetry
we are the night, the listening
we are the bus at intervals
where people often let us sit

MW October 2007

雪天里的幾種事物

an einem verschneiten tag

an einem verschneiten tag
spritzt matsch auf der strasse
einmalig auf dieser welt
bruellend wie sonst
ein polizeiwagen
flott unterwegs
und sehr unterhaltsam
in seinem kleid
ganz gleich wie er draengt
das kriegt er nicht runter
auf einmal ganz gleich
nicht zu unterscheiden
von anderen autos
sie schleichen daher
wie leichenwagen
das macht ihn nervoes

von seinen raedern
spritzte der schmutz
auf den der vorbeikam
den stapfenden zeugen
dem kamen die traenen
es dachte der dichter
an die poesie
die sei doch wie schnee
in beziehung
zum wagen des staates

Yi Sha
MW Februar 2008 uebersetzt

Quelle: http://china.poetryinternational.org
http://china.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php?obj_id=10097