English translation (AI-generated)

Weary from days of a sky ablaze with brightness,
I met, unexpected, this fire-like blazing sun.
Its light and heat, squeezing through the clouds,
woke the honey-sweet, loving lips of the canna lily,
and sent the crystal globes upon the grass
flying through the light toward an ideal, faraway place.

When the downpour came,
did you hear, on the park’s small paths, the sobbing of the fallen blossoms?
And when the morning after the rain arrived,
the cleaner swept these once-delicate flowers,
heartlessly, into the dustpan.
Having lost their beauty,
why can they no longer be granted
the dignity that is a flower’s due?

The poet walking the park’s small paths
cannot bear the intrusion of uninvited guests,
and can only hide, quietly, in the banyan’s reflection.
Perhaps, with beauty and with verse,
he can offer the world its finest blessings;
yet how can a heart so free and unbound
explain, in silence, the spirit of nature?

Dark clouds cannot defile the lake’s holy purity.
O azure sky,
how could you dye the water the color of the earth?
Give me back that sacred water,
so that, unafraid of wealth and rank,
I may seek such nobility in this muddy world!

The footsteps slowly fade away,
and under the bridge the water starts again its dripping.
O little ant beside me,
I beg you, halt your busy pace,
and let my wish find its answer in you.
Tell me, please —
who can understand the murmuring of the young sparrow?
Who can understand the singing of the soul?

8 August 2021, in Fuzhou

连日对漫天辉莹的厌倦，
不料换来了这似火的骄阳
挤过云层的光与热，
唤醒了美人蕉的蜜甜的爱唇
让草上的水晶球，
在光明中飞向理想的远方

暴雨时，
公园小道上可曾听到落红的呜咽？
雨后的早晨来时，
清洁员却将这些昔日娇艳的花朵，
无情地扫进了畚斗里
失去了美貌的她们，
为何再也得不到，
作为花的尊严？

走在公园小道上的诗人
受不起不速之客的侵扰
只得悄悄地躲在榕树的倒影里
或许，他能用美妙与诗歌，
送给人间美好的祝愿
可无拘无束的心，
怎能在沉默中解释大自然的精神？

乌云玷污不得湖的圣洁
蔚蓝的天空啊，
你如何却将水染成大地一样的颜色？
还给我那圣洁的水吧
让我无惧富贵，
在泥泞的世间求此高尚！

脚步声渐渐远去，
桥洞里又响起了水的滴答
在我身边的蚁儿呀
我祈求你停下忙碌的步伐，
让我的心愿在你那儿得到回答
请告诉我，
有谁听得懂新雀的呢喃
有谁听得懂灵魂的歌唱？

2021年8月8日于福州