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Yehuda Amichai
Ami Hai _Select_ed Poems (27)
Translation: Ling Lijun, Yang
Proofreading: Juan
【March 11, 2006 revised】
God have mercy on kindergarten children 6
God have mercy on kindergarten children,
Do not pity the children at the desk.
The adults, he had no mercy.
Let them fend for themselves.
At some point, they have four limbs
In the burning sand
Creep aid station
Systemic bleeding.
Maybe he will have mercy on those who truly love
Shield them
Like the tree to sleep on a park bench people
The same shade.
Perhaps we should give them
Our most precious, loving coins
The mother bequeathed to us coins
So that they will bless us happy
At the moment, the next day.
[In Annotation] Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin in 1994, the Nobel Peace Prize ceremony, recite the poem.
10 rain field
---- Dicky memorial
Rain falls on my friend's face:
On my friend's face alive,
Those people with blankets over their heads -
Also fell on my dead friend's face,
Those who do not cover a thing.
Today, my son
Today, my son
Cafe in London, selling roses.
He approached my desk
And happy I was sitting with friends.
His gray hair than my old face.
But he is my son.
He said that perhaps
I recognize him.
He was my father.
My heart is broken in his chest.
[In Annotation] Hai-Ami a child died in an accident, many poems mourning his life, its third one.
Quiet joy
Standing on a love of the places.
Raining. This rain is my hometown.
I miss a piece of the distant landscape
Desire to hold it.
I remember you had waved
Seems to wipe the mist on the window.
I remember your face,
Blurred, as if an old photo to enlarge.
Once, my people and their
Committed a huge mistake.
However, this world was created to be beautiful
But for a good rest, like a park bench.
Too late,
I found a quiet moment of happiness
Like a heavy disease, discovered too late:
Today only a little time to enjoy the quiet pleasure.
191 sleeping in Jerusalem
When the _select_ed national
The formation of a common country,
Digging wells, building houses, roads,
Cut open land pipelines.
Us, this ancient landscape of the youngest child,
Houses lying low,
The dome above us was full of love
Mouth breathing, too,
As this land had been given to us,
Now we should return it.
In Jerusalem.
In this piece of sleeping on the rocky land. Radio
Bring news every night, from another day in the country.
Speech is bitter with us
Forgotten in the trees as an almond,
It was in a distant country singing is sweet.
As the night of the fire burning in the olive tree as the
An eternal heart will be also burning,
Never sleep.
[In the Annotation] "like the night of the fire burning within the olive tree" may be real; also be derived from the "Nine Old Testament Book of Judges," and, if so, "Night Fire" is metaphor for war and killing, and the next sentence, "the eternal heart" relative.
193 Israeli Jewish areas
We always forget where we came from. We are the world's Jewish diaspora name
Our exposure to the crowd, the memory of the wake-up:
Flowers and fruits, medieval city, metal products,
Knight turned to stone, and countless roses,
Evaporation of the aroma of long, precious stones,
A lot of rouge, the disappearance of arts and crafts.
(And lost the hand.)
Circumcision hurt us.
As in the law book, in Shechem and the sons of Jacob's story,
We endure the pain of life.
What we are doing, with pain in back here,
Aspirations together with the marshes dried up,
We are open to the desert flowers, our children are beautiful.
Even if the ship sank halfway
It also reached the wreckage of this coast.
Even the wind too. While not all sailed can be reached.
What we are doing
This dark yellow cast a shadow land
Burns our eyes.
(Live four or five years people sometimes say:
"The sun Shaisi me.")
How are we to face our confused souls, our family name,
Eyes like our forests, our beautiful children,
We are clever, descent (blood)?
Spilled blood (blood) is not a tree root,
But it is owned by humans
Closest to the root of things.
[In Annotation]
1, 586 BC, Babylon Gongmie Kingdom of Judah, the Jews were exiled to Babylon. Since the beginning of the Jewish Diaspora around the world (called the "diaspora"). Subsequently, large-scale return of Palestinian Jews (formerly Ming Jianan) campaign is twofold: one in 538 BC, the Persian King Cyrus ordered the Jews to return home; the second is the late 19th century Zionist movement, after the end of a movement to establish the existence of Israel so far.
2, according to "Seventeen Old Testament Book of Genesis," Abraham the covenant of circumcision covenant with God: "You and your descendants will keep my covenant generations. You all men must be circumcised, that is my with you and your descendants covenant, which ye shall observe. you must be circumcised, this is my covenant with you the evidence. "So the Jewish Torah (the" Pentateuch ") is emphasized circumcision .
3, according to "Thirty Old Testament Book of Genesis," to bring home all the Jews moved Zuxian Ya city of Shechem. Shechem (name) fell in love with the daughter of Jacob, Dinah, and she lives, after the house of Jacob to marry him. The sons of Jacob was very angry, but to deceive each other: as long as the male in the whole city would agree marriage circumcised. Accepted the conditions of Shechem, the city was circumcised male. The next day the two sons of Jacob took advantage of when the pain of Shechem, and slew all the males of net, and looting the city.
4, "we are clever, descent," translated as "Our swift blood", also translated as "our blood flowing."
203 Wild peace
Do not talk about the cease-fire,
This is the wolf and the lamb does not talk about the illusion
However,
As you excited after the heart:
I just want to talk about intense fatigue.
I know I know how to kill,
I'm of age.
And my son played with the toy gun
Know how to open and close the gun sight, and shouted, "Mama."
The so-called peace
No knife labeled Ploughshares action, there is no document, no
Seal pop sound; it in the head
Floating bar, like lazy white foam.
Is that we open wound,
But it will never heal.
(Cry of generations of orphans
Passed on, like a relay race: the stick will not fall. )
Let it come
Like wildflowers
Suddenly, the fields were full of:
Wild peace.
[In Annotation]
"Did not knife labeled Ploughshares action": "Old Testament Book of Isaiah II" refers to "eternal peace": "They want to knife labeled Ploughshares, and their spears into sickles; this country not lift up sword against nation, and they learn war any more. "
Jerusalem, 195 attempted suicide several times
Tears do not warm here
Eyes. They just honed and polished
Hard rock face.
Jerusalem, attempted suicide several times.
Ave ninth day in the month she tried again,
Blood and fire, she tried
Try wind corrosion
White corpse. She will never succeed,
But she will try again.
[In Annotation]
1, "rock hard face" reference "the Old Testament Book of Isaiah fifty": "People hit me back, I let him play; people pull my cheek beard, I pulled by him; who insult I spit me, I do not hide their faces. the Lord will help me, so I do not report the stand. my face like a flint, and I know I will not be ashamed. "
2, Ave on the ninth day: the Jewish calendar, fasting festival (Tesha B'Av). According to legend, the first Jewish Temple and Second Temple were destroyed in the day. Therefore, the Jewish day of fasting to commemorate.
Die, 225 is torn
How many times, he waited another
Will never come from? Three times
Or four times. Then he left,
Summer through the large thorns,
Returned to the house to lie down.
Will not harden his heart,
Unlike his foot through a lot of road.
Taxi tear at dawn
He dreams of bedding:
To live is to tear
Die, is to be torn.
Psalms of Zion and Jerusalem 237
4
I have nothing to say about the war.
Nothing to add. I feel ashamed.
In my lifetime, this message is thrown in,
I can ignore it, like the desert to give up hope on the water.
I can forget those who have never thought
Forget the name.
To that end, the simple happiness,
Because of this war, I spoke again:
Earth's rotation around the sun, yes,
The earth is flat, like a deserted, floating wood, yes,
Days of state-owned one God, yes.
6
"Where is he hurt?" You do not know
They say some parts of the body
Or an area of land.
Sometimes, one bullet
While in the breakdown of the body
It also damaged the country's land.
11
I was born to be cannon destroyed the city.
I came here aboard ship, sunk during the war.
I love the Hama Diaz left the barn, was burned.
Yi Jiedi the newsstand bombed by the enemy,
I love the night round-trip walk through the 伊斯米利亚 bridge was blown into pieces.
Accurate map of the basis of this, my life behind me was erased.
Those memories can be retained for how long?
Grew up with his girlfriend was killed, his father died.
From then on, you do not chose me to be a son or a tenant,
As a couple, or a bridge by the public.
34
I do not mind, let the memory of the mountain in mind,
This is its responsibility. Let the memorial park in mind,
Let the streets named in their mind,
Let the famous building in mind,
Let the name of the prayers of God's home in mind,
Let the Torah scroll rolling bearing in mind
Let the monument in mind. Let the banner in mind,
They are colorful shroud of history: they are the remains of those parcels
Has turned into dust. Let the dust in mind.
Let the front of garbage in mind. Let the placenta in mind.
Let the whole world and bearing in mind among the birds and the animals swallowed.
Let them all in mind. I can rest in peace.
[In Annotation]
1. Mount Zion, Jerusalem, place names, the location of the temple.
2. October 6, 1973, Egypt, Syria, to recover lost ground, after careful preparation, a surprise attack against Israel, the Fourth Middle East War, also known as "Yom Kippur War," "October War", "Ramadan war." In this war, Israel suffered heavy casualties, a total of more than 5,000 people killed (some say 2800), about the population of 1 / 700. The poem as at this time.
Forgot someone 309
Forget someone like
Forgot to turn off the lights in the yard,
Then it lit all day:
But that also means that Remembrance -
Because that light.
An Arab shepherd in the mountains looking for a lamb of Zion 312
Mount Zion, an Arab shepherd looking at a kid,
I am looking for my son across the mountains.
An Arab shepherd and a Jewish father
Errors in their moment in the.
Meet our voices
Canyon Lake in the middle over Sudan.
We all want to stop
Our son and our little lamb fell
Passover this terrible machine gears.
Later, in the bushes to find them
Our voices back
Laughter and crying in the body.
In this hills
Looking for a lamb or a son
Faith is always a new beginning.
[In Annotation]
1. Goat: According to the "Old Testament Genesis twelve" God of Abraham as a test of faith, ordered his son Isaac as a burnt offering sacrifice to do, kill the hour of midnight to be the angels to Abraham to stop, then with one horn the ram in the bush instead of cards, accepted God's blessing. Also, the goat in the "Old Testament" is often used as "scapegoats" appears, death to cease offering the wrath of God, such as "Old Testament Leviticus XVI", "the goat shall bear all their sins , to the no man's land. "
2. Passover: Jews, an important feast in the Jewish calendar, January 14 (Gregorian calendar after April). According to the "Old Testament Exodus Twelve," God brought the Jews out of Egypt, in A Passover pass through to smite the Egyptians, and asked the Jews to kill the lamb, the sheep blood painted door, so as to avoid accidental injury, so the later the Passover lamb slaughtered to commemorate God's grace.
338 love this land
This land is divided into areas of memory and hope of the provinces,
Mixed population
Weddings and funerals as people returned intertwined.
This land is not divided into war zones and peace zones.
A man digging trenches bomb defense
Will be back, lying there with his wife,
If he can survive.
This land is beautiful.
All surrounded by its enemies and even admired it
Their arms shining in the sunlight
Like beads on its neck.
This land is wrapped in a piece of land:
She was neatly wrapped around, tied the issue of a material are thin,
So that the rope will sometimes hurt her.
This land is small,
I can include it in the heart.
Erosion of the ground, my sleep will be eroded.
The Kenrui lake level has been stuck in my mind.
Therefore, I close my eyes
You can feel it all: the sea - Canyon - Mountain.
Therefore, I in a flash
Will be able to think of everything happening to her,
Think life is like a dying person.
One's life 351
Human life is not enough time
To accomplish everything.
Not enough space
To accommodate every desire. "Ecclesiastes" argument is wrong.
While others are forced to hate love
Laugh with the same eyes and crying
Throwing stones with the same hands
And stones piled together,
Love in war and in love in the manufacture of war-making.
Hate and forgiveness, recall and forgetting
Structured and mix, and digest if swallowed -
It's a long history of use
Created everything.
Human life is not enough time.
When he went looking for his lost
When he found him to forget
When he forgets to love his
When he began to forget his love.
His soul is learned
And very professional,
But his body is always an amateur,
Constantly try and explore.
He never learned to always fall into confusion,
Intoxicated and lost in the sorrows and joys in.
People will die in the autumn, like a fig,
Atrophy, sweet and full of itself.
Dry leaves on the ground,
Somewhere in the bare branches pointing
Only there, all things have their time only.
[In the Annotation] "Old Testament Ecclesiastes III": "To everything there, time to every purpose under heaven. Students time to die. Planted a time to pluck what is planted, it is sometimes. Kill and a time to heal. to break down, to build up. weep and a time to laugh. a time to mourn, to dance. throwing stones and a time to gather stones. to embrace, and to refrain from embracing. find a time to lose. keep and a time to throw away. tear, sew. silent and a time to speak. love to hate. for war and a time. "
Autumn is coming soon and the parents miss 430
Autumn is coming soon. Finally, the fruit matured.
People walking in the road never traveled.
The old house began to forgive its tenants.
Age of the trees with black, white human hair were followed.
Soon the rain is coming. Rust will be pleasant and fresh breath
As spring flowers bloom.
They mentioned in the North, most of the leaves (leaves)
Still in the tree, where we said that
Most, still heart,
Our leaves (foliage) lost of other things.
Autumn is coming soon, is the time to miss their parents.
I think of them
Just think of the common childhood toys:
They place Douzhequanzi,
Softly hum trained, leg lift,
Arm Lift, shaking his head from left to right,
Slow, rhythmic,
Clockwork in their stomach, switch them back.
Suddenly, they paused,
Always maintain this final gesture.
This is my way of thinking of their parents.
Is the way they were missing.
[In Annotation]
1, "foliage" is a leaf, especially the general term for the growth of the leaves, where both a substance leaves (leaves), also refers to the leaves of the mind (words). Because "we the leaves (foliage) lost of other things", it is followed by a "time for parents is missing," a word.
2, may be influenced by the poetry of Keats's "Autumn" or Rilke's "Autumn", you can see.
350 for their use mark
For their use mark. Remember these clothes
Is through the people you love,
He lost the day that you can say: the last time we met
His dress was so so, brown shirt, white hat.
For their use mark. Because they do not face
Their souls are obscured, they cry like a laugh
Their silence and their screams have reached the same height
Their body temperature always between 97-104 degrees Fahrenheit
Beyond the narrow gap they will killed
They do not have statues, pictures or record
Only some of them
Celebration on the use of disposable cups and trays.
For their use mark. Because the world
Is full of people sleeping in the tear.
No one repair their rift,
And wild birds is different
They live in their lonely nests
Dead in one place, in the field,
In the hospital.
The earth swallowed them all,
Regardless of good and evil, like swallowing can pull Morohito as
Even if they resist death
Mouth open, stick to the last breath,
Praise and curse form a dirge.
Use mark, as they use mark.
[Lo Chi Annotation]
1, "to their use mark": to imitate the Jews sing religious hymns circumcision. The poem describes the main trenches for soldiers who live to commemorate them. English are translated as "try to remember some of the details."
2, "98-104 degrees Fahrenheit," said the Middle East is actually the desert heat.
3, "his lonely nest," referring to the man hole trench.
4, "just like that engulfed the whole family can pull", see "Old Numbers sixteen" can pull rate of 350 Jewish rebel leader to challenge the leadership of Moses and wanted to return to Egypt, Moses the order of the Lord make the earth open, you can pull Morohito "alive down to hell."
The love of Jerusalem 361
There is a street sale of red meat only
There is a street only sells clothing and perfume.
One day I saw the beautiful young
One day I saw the lame and the blind man
They leprosy and nervous spasms throughout the body, lips twisted.
They built a house here, where they destroyed the house
The land where they dig
Where they are mining the sky,
Where they sat where they walked
Here they hated where they love.
However, through prayer books and tourist brochures
Love Jerusalem
As through sexual intercourse guide
People who love women.
[In Annotation] red meat (red meat), such as beef, venison, mutton, different from the chicken, pork, rabbit meat and other white meat.
Time 265
9
What is it? Old warehouse storing tools.
No, it was a great love.
Fear and happiness in its darkness,
Hope, too. Maybe I've been here,
But never closer inspection.
That is balderdash.
No, it is a great love.
No, it is a tool for warehouse storage.
20
Twelve-inch radius of the bomb
Kill radius is seven yards
Four dead, eleven injured.
As a center to form a larger
The circumference of the pain and time, including two hospitals
A cemetery. The young women,
Buried in the place of birth
More than one hundred kilometers from here,
This slightly expanded the circle;
The man in the Mediterranean province
She's lonely man mourning
This circle has become part of the world.
I have spent crying orphans
Block direct access to their voice before God
And travels farther, and finally the circle expanded to
No end, there is no God.
[In the Annotation] "is a twelve-inch radius," the bombs are heavy bomb.
32
When I was young, this country is young. My father
Is everyone's father. When I was happy, this country is happy, when I jump
On her, she is also my feet jump. Her spring grass cover
Make me soft. She is like my summer soil the soles of the feet chap
Me pain. When I love
Warm, she declared independence, when my hair
Flying, she is also flying the flag. When I battle,
She was fighting. When I charge, she also charge, and when I fell
She followed me down.
Now I stay away from it all.
Some things just have to wait for glue to dry before sticking,
I separated out, and then return to my own.
Recently I saw a police orchestra musicians clarinet
Tower of David in the play.
His hair is white, calm face: This face
After 1946, I have not seen. That particular year
Inclusions in many well-known and between the years of terror
In addition to a great hope, and his play,
In addition to Jerusalem, a quiet evening with the girl lying in my room,
What did not happen that year. Even today, hope for a better world
Still did not leave his face.
[In Annotation]
1,1946 years just after World War II, the British prepare to evacuate, to allow the founding of Israel and Palestine, respectively. Jews have come back around to discuss the statehood plan, the future is full of dreams. "A great hope, and his performance" when blending this. In 1948, the Israeli declaration of statehood, the Arab armed attack immediately, the first Middle East war broke out. Continuous from the Middle East war, continues today. Ami Hai attended this time of war.
2, "now I stay away from it all" three: With the passage of time and precipitation, Ami Hai participation of the founding of Israel itself have a deeper understanding.
343 hour of divine
I thought it might be solved by:
In the middle of the night, people gathered at the station
It will not wait for the arrival of the last train,
Few people at first, then gradually increased.
This is the opportunity to change everything,
We can get close to each other and jointly open up a new world.
However, people scattered.
(Divine hour gone.)
Everyone will go its own way
Everyone will be a domino
Open side
Those looking for new connections
In the never ending game.
373 attended the funeral as if
I line up for the things that went forward
As if to attend the funeral: I was a child many years ago,
My first love, my soldier,
Graying hair an hour before me,
And those who I was or I forget, the other I, a stranger,
May include a woman.
Xi everyone's lips are moving, recall
All eyes are shining, tears
All in mourning and relief
Everyone will return to their work and their time,
As if to attend the funeral.
One of his friends said: "Modern society
Main task is to
Create a more powerful and more small substances. "
He finished crying, and then continue his way,
As if to attend the funeral.
Your life and death, the father of 16
Your life and death, father,
Pressure on my shoulders.
My woman is giving us
Bring water.
Drink, father,
For those flowers, those beliefs.
I was your hope
Now no longer be sent to hope.
You open your mouth, father,
Singing, but I did not hear.
The tree in the courtyard of the Prophet
I did not know.
Only your footsteps, his father,
Still in my blood in the walk.
You were my protector
Now I am your guardian.
Degas Virginia 443
Pit water is to land last night,
The ground seed is harvested last season,
The earth is from millions of years ago.
All this happened before I was born,
At that time, they just happened to use
Naming the baby
God with a beautiful mountain named for each
With love or death for each named after a spring.
Reed growth at the shore
Is also grows in the memory of water.
In heaven, God's hammock
Hanging between palm and eucalyptus trees -
He left people
Is happy to give up their own,
Dedication to others is his blood, his heart
Dedication to his kidneys, his soul,
Belongs to another person, to become another person.
In the old cemetery,
Dead babies and buried with the dead of cholera,
There Yu Fei, Eruifuke daughter
18-year-old died, far from home.
Happened before I was born
And join each other what happened after death
I am surrounded
Left me in
That distant, quiet place to oblivion.
Occasionally sown the wind, the earth absorbed,
That any drift of bees, never survive,
Inadvertent crossing of the shoes that left
Follow the rules and laws to continue their growth.
The laughter that continues to casually laugh
The tears in the rain continues to flow,
That misguided death
Never to rest in death.
[In Annotation] Degas, Virginia ("DEGANYA", means "food of the land"): Founded in 1909, the Israeli agricultural cooperative "kibbutz" (The kibbutz) of the parent. "Kibbutz" in the Hebraic language in the "public _set_tlement" means. 1909 from the Jewish immigrants from Eastern Europe pioneer, according to socialist ideas, and create this kind of social and economic system. The basic philosophy is "Everyone can contribute and receive personal required"; their collective lives, property is publicly owned, equal opportunity, co-production, joint consumption and education of their children. Composed of the democratic management committee, in charge of the budget, the daily affairs. The most important is the reflection of each member is only decided to join the group, certainly "work" represents a fundamental belief in the value and dignity. These pioneers in the absence of farming experience, lack of water but also the plight of lack of funds, the toiled, arduous, and gradually developed into a unique rural community is the social foundation of the early founding of Israel. Today there are about 270 kibbutzim in Israel, with a total population of 130,000, accounting for 2.5% of the total population. Pay tribute to ancestors, or recite the kibbutz kibbutz in Israel is an important part of poetry.
BEIT GUVRIN 446
The walls of the ancient cave
Carved their names, and then leave, die,
Then their souls were created, those names, those souls.
Oh, my death, my landscape, my sky,
I was so heavy and aimlessly
Just as no balance weights.
Once, I did not weight the scales,
Easily raised and easily fall, just like the swing.
Even at the wedding, the voice of doves is miserable,
In the dry mountains
Rather than the lush valley of Sharon flowers,
Manufactured by White-winged bee a real honey.
I saw kids running, hear them laugh
Spread from a cave a cave.
Oh, pious parents despair,
Oh, sweet frustration of teachers,
Oh, they smell, oh, they air.
At the moment, the words on me, like a fly
Like wasps, they are dragged into the moist parts of my body,
Dry parts of my body, dragged my body parts sweet and bitter,
Dragged into the emptiness in my body and enrich the site,
Dragged my body alive, dead and decaying parts of
Dragged into the dark parts of my body, dragged into the bright parts of my body. Words are immortal.
[In Annotation] BEIT GUVRIN: ancient Jewish cities and towns, under which hundreds of Jewish residents of the cave building. Sharon (Sharon) Valley, from the Israeli city of Tel Aviv, 10 miles.
Haydn, Op 76, No. 5134
You're not dead, I am also:
Twenty five years ago we did not observe
Promise. Face of the moon
When still overcast and sunshine.
King across the territory does not exist already.
A lot of flavor, long or short.
Gone with the Wind very high smoke, do not bring tears.
Two or three times of war. We've said
Arrived here,
Waiting in vain, and then broken.
It seems that we were listening to music
Is the final, peaceful music
Since then, the great fear no greater stopped,
Quarter of a century of fear and trembling, we have not accompanied.
That night, surrounded by water flowing
Like a record
What is left?
Who may like a past
Legacy of life:
The stove, the bed a little warmer.
Poetry 244
As if the first life:
There have been a start.
Enough! No longer there! So rest it.
245 Love Songs
Everyone with others
To treat their pain. Everyone shows each other
Wounds on their survival,
On the eyes, penis, vagina, mouth, and open hands.
They grab each other tight, not allowed to leave each other.
True masters of the burnt offering, Isaac 345
That's the real hero of the burnt offering is ram.
He knew nothing about the collusion of others,
Apparently died voluntarily for Isaac.
I want to sing a song mourning the ram,
Condolences to his crooked hair, human eyes,
Condolences to his horns, so easy a strong growth in his head.
After he was slaughtered, and that made by their shofar horn,
To blow their war
Or their wild joy.
I want to remember this last scene
It is like a fine piece of beautiful fashion magazine photographs:
That tanning, clean clothes spoiled young man,
An angel at his side, wearing a dark black robe
Preparing for the banquet.
The eyes of two of them empty
Looking at the two empty holes where
Behind them, as if a color _set_, and took the ram
Got into it in the bush before the arrival of massacre.
Angel went home
Isaac went home
God and Abraham to leave earlier.
But the real protagonist of the burnt offering market
Is the ram.
[In Annotation]
1, according to "The Old Testament Genesis twelve" God of Abraham as a test of faith, ordered his son Isaac as a burnt offering sacrifice to do, kill the hour of midnight to be the angels to Abraham to stop, as it happens when a male near the sheep, horn stuck in the bush could not move. So instead of Abraham with a ram for the sacrifice of Isaac, received the blessing of God. After Abraham named that place "Jehovah Jireh", meaning "the Lord will prepare." The purpose of this verse that God and Abraham, there is a "conspiracy."
2, the shofar is a symbol unique to the Jewish people today. Jewish shofar blowing since ancient times (or horns number) of the practices, in particular the Jewish Temple calendar July 1 (the Jewish New Year). According to the "Old Testament Numbers Ten", the Lord said to Moses: "July started this day, there shall be an holy convocation. What toil no work is when you keep the day for the trumpet." Blow the trumpet for two a purpose, one for the war: "You in your land, and the oppressed to fight your enemies, we should sound an alarm with the trumpets, the LORD your God will be kept before the memorial, shall be saved from your enemies." (" Numbers twenty-nine Old Testament "), Moses mobilize people out of Egypt, was removed in the Sinai wilderness for 40 years, living a semi-military life, is to use the shofar to mobilize hundreds of thousands of people in the advance and retreat behavior. The second is that joy: "In your happy days and festivals and new moons, and offered burnt offerings and sacrifices, but also sounded, and it should be in your face as a remembrance of God." ("Old Testament Numbers twenty-nine "), so whenever there is" great joy ": war victory, bumper harvest, Nanhunnvjia, the president took office, the Jewish shofar should be blown expression of delight.
3, "That tan, a spoiled young man," refers to Isaac.
330 instead of love song
For example: According to "Thou shalt not cook a kid mother's milk, lamb,"
They developed a variety of food canon,
But the lamb had been forgotten now, milk has been forgotten
Mother had been forgotten.
Similarly, according to "I love you"
We work together to create our lives.
But I have not forgotten you
As when you have not forgotten me.
[In the Annotation] "Thou shalt not cook a kid mother's milk lamb," is kosher, see the "Old Testament Exodus twenty-three."
Translated by Ami felt Hai
Yang
Hai like the Army, six months ago and had translated some of Forrest Gump. Shaohua said some time ago, "the second was" to elect some to a school and a fool again, then looked at some records written translation. New thoughts, the old experience, be recorded in the following:
Oden said his later years: the beauty of modern poetry, as with twenty-three friends cordial conversation. And "talk" relative, naturally "speech." Ancient Greek and Roman tradition, the "oratory" is a required course, it is the beginning of Western poetry from Homer, many eloquent, sonorous voice, and its genetic transmission and Milton Chak, Neruda bidding. Ami Hai is taking the "talk" route, his poems Ruwu good friend, his right, it is some "hastily cup for the laughter, intoxication, then lights his life" means.
Jewish identity, place of residence in Jerusalem, a woman ("human life" in a Liuguo Peng paraphrase as "in combat, sex, and sex in the war" really Miaojue), and daily life, is the four elements of poetry Ami Hai. From the Chinese point of view, no matter how fresh Amir Hai, how revolutionary, he is a typical Jew. Ted Hughes and spiritual mentor Nietzsche, probably can be called "male", and Lao can be said to be "female", and "New Testament" is the "Mother" (for "female" and "Mother", and its The difference is that the former lacks the intelligence of human beings: I say "endless, that of the mysterious female," and that "saints heartless to the world as straw dogs"; "New Testament" is saying: "Love your enemies, for pray for those who persecute you "." heartless "and" Love ", during which vary widely), Ami Hai and spiritual tradition," Old Testament "is a" parent "of the. "Parent-child relationship" is the "Old Testament" in the frequent theme: Abraham and Isaac, God and Job, David, and it came long, continuous love and hatred between father and son, "Job" can be said is that the son scores of species of "prototype." So no surprise that atheism Ami Hai said: "I think, even though I oppose the history and God, my view of history and is also typical of the Jewish idea of God ... ... God-style fight, snapped an ancient curse that God is Jewish concept. "
Hai re-school a great sense of Ami is: which one is difficult to escape from their own culture, and this is what I do not like to see that. I still remember how excited I was to read, "Old Testament", keen to understand their inner world, their ideas. But six months later, now holding up, they still are not known in my presence. In this life I will not be a real Jew, will not have their spiritual experience. I'm still a typical Chinese: practical, do not believe in God, not accustomed to logical thinking, know very little about science. In a novel "afternoon", I wrote a child: He wants to become a dog, not because of pain, but the desire for different life. If possible, he was about to become a non-flowering also like rock, a bustling river, a cattle grazing in the field, or a Sabre-rattling in the fields outside the butcher. I do not want the people in any culture, but in a sense, we seem to have confined them. For me, this number is a sad thing.
2004-9-7
Amendment Postscript
Yang
Checked check diaries, these poems are in January 2004 began the translation. Usual procedure is this: I pick out, translated into Chinese, and then discuss and Forrest Gump; translated and later, to find a fool proof-reading it again. That year the Chinese New Year, Forrest Gump, and I did not go home, I often went to teach at the second, pulling her translation.
They grow older, the memory is getting worse. Two years ago, the day is already blurred, leaving only the shadow of some of warmth, interspersed with playing badminton, drinking and depression for no reason, but also shaking like a lot of people figure: Shaohua, A yellow, hours, Hong Li, Gently, A Chi ... ... Now I'm in touch with them much, but the immediate need to appropriate the text again and again, and they have a strange connection.
Xu Wei's lyrics appears to be: "The days are gone, leaving only the clear heart."
Manuscript is completed, send the publication to Shaohua "piles" on the completion of a mind that, hold up. Later turned up and found some places is still led by the nose by English grammar, not authentic, they began to modify it.
However, I feel like I no longer had, primarily because of decreased interest in Amir Hai, today to end it!
2006-3-11
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Before
Before the gate is closed,
Questions are raised at the last before the
Before I was changing in the.
In the garden full of weeds before
In no excuse before
Before the cement hardened.
All of the flute in the hole was covered before
Items were locked in the cupboard before
Before the rule was found.
Was developed in the end, before
In his hands folded before God,
Cone before we stand nowhere.
(Dong Jiping translation)
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Rain on the battlefield
Rain falls on my friend's face,
I have friends living in the face,
Those people with blankets over their heads.
Rain also fell on the faces of my dead friends,
Those of them who do not cover a thing.
(Dong Jiping translation)
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Forget someone
Forget someone like
Forget the lights off in the backyard
So it does not put out the next day Changming.
But so it is
It makes you think of lights.
(Dong Jiping translation)
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Window of Eternity
I have heard in a garden
A song or an ancient blessing.
Above the trees in the dark
Total light on a window, on the occasion
That face outward visits,
The face is also
In commemoration of another
Lighted window.
(Dong Jiping translation)
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Not the end of the poem
Museum in the new brand
There is an old synagogue.
In the synagogue
With me.
In my body
Have my heart.
In my heart
There is a museum.
In the museum
A synagogue,
Inside it
There I am,
In my body
Have my heart,
In my heart
A museum
(Dong Jiping translation)
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Physical reason for love
Physical reason for love;
Then, a refuge of love fortress;
Then, the cell is love.
However, once the body dies, love for liberation
Abundance into the wild
Would like a slot machine suddenly crashes
Once in the fierce tone of spit
Accumulated in front of everyone's luck
All coins.
(Liu Guopeng translation)
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One's life
No time for one's life
Wanted to do take the time to do all things.
There is no sufficient reason
To find reasons for all purposes. "Ecclesiastes"
Actually Damiuburan.
People need love also need to hate,
With the same eyes smiling and crying,
Throwing stones and then with the same hands, transports and collects them
Also love making love in combat in the war.
Hatred and then to forgive, forget and then remember,
Then mix regular, swallowing, digestion
History
Created year after year.
No time a person
When he lost he went looking, when he found
He was forgotten, when he forgets he love, when his love
He began to forget.
Suffered a lot of his soul, his soul
Extremely professional,
But, as always, his flesh
Amateur. It is hard, it missed,
Feel dizzy, confused the issue,
Sidewalks and blind in its pleasures
It is also the pain.
People will die, as dying in the autumn fig
Withered, full of his own, full decorated with sweet fruit,
Leaves on the ground becomes dry,
Branches point to that place empty
Only there, all things have their time only.
(Liu Guopeng translation)
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Autumn is approaching and the thoughts of parents
Autumn is coming soon. Finally, the fruit has matured
In the past people did not go through the road.
The old house began to forgive the people who live there.
Trees become dark with age, people have increasingly white head
Soon the rain is coming. Rust innovative atmosphere to glow
The heart becomes pleasure
However, like the smell of spring flowers blossoming.
They mentioned in the North, most of the leaves
Still in the tree. But here we say
Most words also nest in the heart.
The decline of the season so we are dying of other things.
Autumn is coming soon. Time to
Miss their parents time.
I miss them like miss those simple childhood toys,
Place will bear a small circle,
Softly hum trained, leg raise
Arm swing, shaking his head
Slowly from side to side to sustained melody,
Clockwork in their stomach and organs are in the back
Then a pause and suddenly
Remain in the final position forever.
This is what I miss the way their parents
Is what I miss
The way their words.
(Liu Guopeng translation)
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Jerusalem is a Carousel
Jerusalem is a switch to turn it horse turn ah ah
To all the blocks from the city and then back to the ancient city.
You are not down. No matter who jumped to his life is clutched in his hand.
And no matter who, after a lap down to have to pay again
Back to the never-ending rotation.
But there are no elephants, and Yamaha
Instead, one after another and the rotation of all faiths
They issued the axle came from inside the prayer hall fill up the sweet sound.
Jerusalem is a seesaw; Sometimes I come down
Years into the past and sometimes I was in the sky so
Cried, cried like a child, his legs shaking force
I would like to down, Dad, I want to down,
Dad, hold me down.
And that is why all the saints rose to heaven
Would like children shouting, Father ah I wish to live
Father ah, please not to let me down, Wu Fu Lord,
Let us live here, Wufu Lord!
- Note :----------------------------------
City, the Old City of Jerusalem, played a very tough battle to get people where thousands of years.
At the end of a few was originally a hymn, "Avinu Malkaynu".
Lo Chi Translation
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Than the street in Kukla
Than the street in Kukla
I walk alone did not hit the good guys -
He wore a leather prayer Wool Cap
When his office wearing a velvet cap,
Are flying in the wind dead
In my over the surface of the water flowing in
In my dreams.
I came to the Prophet's streets - empty.
The streets of Ethiopia - a few people. I'm
Looking for a place so that you live with me
You fill your nest alone,
A place for my pain with the sweat on my forehead
Check a road you will come back from there
And your former residence of the windows, a gaping wound,
Between closed and open, in between light and dark.
The aroma of grilled bread which came from a hut,
It is a shop where people distributing free Bibles
Free, free of charge. Much more than a prophet
Lane gave the chaos left behind everything,
When it all dumped on him and turned him into someone else.
Than in the street I walk alone Kukla
- Tomb of your bed on my back like a cross -
Although this is incredible
A woman's bed will become a new symbol of faith.
- Note :-----------------------------------------
Kukla than, Rabbi Kook, Israel's most prestigious contemporary rabbis, one also has some influence in the West, and his son is also a famous rabbi. It is worth noting that Kukla support than the hard-line Zionist radical orthodoxy, the so-called fundamentalists.
Lo Chi Translation
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My patriotic life
When I was young, when the country is also young. And my father
Is everyone's father. When I was happy when the country
Also happy, and when I jump on her she jumps
In my body. Spring grass cover her
Let me also become soft, and dry land summer hurt me
As I cracked feet.
When I first fell in love, it is declared
Her independence, and when my hair
Flowing in the breeze, her banner as well.
When I fight in the battle, she fought, and when I got up
She also got up, and when I fell down
She slowly down on my side.
Today I started getting away from it all:
Some things just have to wait for glue to dry after the plastic prison,
I was taken apart and involved in my own.
One day I saw a police band clarinet player
He is blowing David's "fortress."
His hair is white and his face calm: this pair of faces
Like 1946, a unique one year
And terror in many well-known among the year
What did not happen that year in addition to a great expectations and his music
And I love a quiet home in Jerusalem in the comfort of their girl.
Since then I have never seen him, but a desire to pursue a better world
Will never leave his face.
Lo Chi Translation
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Jews in the land of Israel
We forget where we came from. We are Jewish
Surname, from the Diaspora to send us out
Brings us back to memory, flowers and fruit, medieval city,
Metal products, knights into stone, rose,
Drift the sweet spices, all kinds of precious stones, a large number of red dye,
Far to go to arts and crafts from around the world
(Who, like the distant hand.)
Circumcision for us, too,
Because the gods of the Bible story of Jacob's sons,
So we continue to hurt all of our lives.
We are doing, return here to endure the pain?
Our wholehearted devotion has been drained into the swamp,
The desert on our open, but our children are beautiful.
Even halfway through the wreckage of the sunken vessel will arrive in the coast
Even the wind is blowing. Not all are relying on navigation.
We are doing
In this dark land to live with it
Yellow light piercing eyes?
(Some people talk about from time to time, especially the aged
Or five-year-old said: "The sun to Shaisi me.")
We are doing, with these blinded souls, with the last name
Forest-like with our eyes, with our beautiful children
With our blood rushing?
Spilled blood does not flow to the roots of trees
But this is the closest way of a flow
Their roots
- Note :--------------------------------------
Jacob, also known as Israel.
Lo Chi Translation
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After Oates symplectic
After the Oates symplectic, there is no theology:
In the Vatican chimney, white smoke billowing -
Pope is the cardinals _select_ed signal.
Oates symplectic in the crematoria, black smoke billowing -
The cardinal mission of God who have not elected
God's voters.
After the Oates symplectic, there is no theology:
Extermination camp cellmate branded on their arm with
God's phone number
The number you dialed does not exist
Or can not be connected, one after another.
In Oates symplectic, the new theology:
Those who died in the "incinerator" of the Jewish guy
Tell them of God as
The invisible God, no body,
They are also invisible, they are no body.
- Translation Postscript ------------------------------------------
Translation of this poem, I'm sorry, I really want to cry, I stopped many times, every time I want to start again but could not help but shudder. God, if any, or the Jade Emperor, and if so, do you, then where? ! As a flat Fanfan Jewish veterans, Ami Hai question for all the Jews of this issue has been: "God, where are you?" A lot of fundamentalists who think he evil, or not firm, maybe, maybe, do not know Who mastered the mysteries of God.
- Caused the death of the Chinese people more than this, but we have not written a good poem this.
Lo Chi Translation
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Jerusalem
A roof in the ancient city
Clothes drying in the sun in the evening.
This white sheet belongs to a woman she is my enemy,
This towel is a man he is my enemy,
He used to wipe his forehead of sweat.
The sky in the ancient city
A kite
The other end of the long-term
A child
I did not see
Because of the wall.
We have raised a lot of flags,
They have raised a lot of flags,
Want us to think that they are very happy.
Want them to think that we are very happy.
Lo Chi Translation
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I studied love
I studied love in my childhood in my childhood synagogue
In the women's area in women with the help of an isolation camp in the back
Held my mother there with other women and girls.
However, they also isolated detention camp held for me
Each in the other side. They can be free in their love, and I been
Held in my love, my desire for years, with all men and boys together.
I ran over there really want to really want to know their secret
And they said, "He blessed me shape Mongolia
If everything is His will. "The isolation camp
An ornamental engraving the walls white and soft like a summer dress, and that wall
Swaying in the wind, small bell hung it its long coil,
Chatter chatter loud long coil, Lulu, Lulu Loo sings of love held in the house.
Woman's face like the moon's face hiding in the clouds
Or, as the full moon when the curtain opens: a fascinating
Order of the universe. We say blessings at night
Outside the high moon, and I
A woman in mind.
- Note :-----------------------------------------
"Curtain wall" is actually a Jewish concentration camp in the power of irony.
Lo Chi Translation
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When I returned
When I return I will not be greeting
Whether the children's voices, or barking
A faithful dog, blue smoke will not rise
Unlike the legendary description.
What will not happen for me "when he
Everywhere you looked, "- such as
"Bible," said - "he witnessed."
I have crossed the border as an orphan.
People for a long period of time to call me
A retired soldier.
I no longer need protection.
But I have created a dry cry
And who created this thing
Also created the beginning of the end of the world,
That popping sound and then collapse and then rolling over.
Lo Chi Translation
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Love Advice
Love to a beautiful piece of advice: Do not love
Those distant things. Find yourself a nearby.
To build a house have to look for wise
The local stone to build it,
These rocks have been subjected to the same cold
And were dried under the hot sun in the same.
To find one, she has golden wreath
Her black eyes around the pupil, her
Should have sufficient knowledge
Know your death. Love also exists in
Among the destruction, as the honey extract
Samson killed a lion meat.
In addition to the poor quality of love advice: use
Remainder love
The previous one forget that
Make a new woman to yourself,
Then the woman left
Rebuilding a new love,
And so continue
Until nothing left.
Lo Chi Translation
Boundaries and poems _select_ed from the life of the Forum
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That summer, or Jixia
That summer, or Jixia,
I hear your footsteps, you are walking from east to west
The last time. The world
Lost handkerchiefs, books, people.
That summer, or Jixia,
There are many hours of the afternoon,
You still alive;
You have wrapped shroud
The first time.
And you can never catch
Because it is embroidered with flowers.
(Hu Guoxian translation)
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Today, my son
Today, my son in London
Children selling roses in a cafe.
He went to come,
My friends happy is sitting at the table.
His hair is gray. He is my old age.
But he is my son.
He said maybe
I know him.
He was my father.
My heart is broken in his chest.
(Fu Hao translation)
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No one to hope
No one put hopes on me.
The dreams of others before me have closed:
I do not dream.
Even the voice of the room
Is also a sign of desolation, like spider web.
Solitude of the body
May accommodate several empty body.
Now, they are removed from the shelf
Love for each other. Until the shelves are empty.
Thus began the outer space.
(Fu Hao translation)
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My soul
A battle is raging, to my mouth
Does not become stiff, and my jaw
Like the same safe
Heavy steel door, so my life
Will not be called the "first death"
A newspaper like the wind, hung on the fence
Hanging in my soul wrapped around me.
Once the wind died down, my soul will be falling.
(Fu Hao translation)
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Amen Stone
On my desktop and a stone engraved "Amen"
Triangular piece of stone from many generations ago was destroyed
A Jewish cemetery. Other debris, hundreds of thousands,
Mess strewn everywhere, but a strong desire
An endless thoughts, is full of them:
Find the name of family name, date of death in the exploration
The deceased was born, the son's name to find out
Father's name, birth date, attempts to reunite with the soul
Soul rest in peace and hope. But unless they are
Can be made whole again, or they are not truly rest in peace.
Only this one lying quietly on my desktop, to say "Amen."
But now those pieces are a sad good-hearted people
With lovingly collected together. He washed them one by one blemish
To take pictures of them one by one, in a hall
Each piece of stone should be recombined into a whole,
Over and over again, piece by piece,
Like the dead has been resurrected, like puzzles,
Like a jigsaw puzzle. Children trick.
Lo Chi Translation
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Open close open
Open close open. Before we were born, all things are open
Nothing to do with our universe. We are alive, things were closed
In our bodies. Until we die, all things open again,
Open close open. We do so.
I believe with absolute conviction
I believe with absolute conviction, at the moment
There are millions of people are standing on a corner
And intersections, in the jungle and desert,
Pointing to another where the turn, which way,
What direction. They explain in detail how to go forward,
Where the nearest road to which one, where you can stop to
Ask someone else. There, then there.
Is the second turn, and not the first, where the left (or right turn),
In a white house next to a big oak tree on the right.
They explain the, with the excited voice, gesture by waving
And shook his head nodding shrug: there, then
There, no no no is there, is there
Like some ancient religious rituals. This is a new religion.
At the moment, I believe with absolute conviction.
I firmly believe that the dead must be the absolute belief in the resurrection
Like a person would like to return to a beloved place, always falling
Some books, baskets, glasses, small picture, just to
He can find an excuse to turn back, so the dead
They left the life will be back.
One time in the autumn mist
Came to an abandoned Jewish cemetery, but the deceased did not waste it.
Flowers and the gardener must be experts in the season,
Although he was not Jewish dead of experts,
But even he will say: "They do every night to practice resurrection."
Lo Chi Translation
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I'm not the one million
I am not a catastrophe of that six million died, one
I am not among the survivors.
I'm not that out of six hundred thousand Egyptian one
I sailed to the promised land.
No, I'm not the figures inside, although my body has fire and cloud,
The fire by night and day pillar of cloud to guide me.
I also have the crazy desire body looking
Emergency exits, looking for soft places to find out naked
Land, leading to weak and want to find the exit;
My body also has the desire to find running water,
Talk quietly with a stone or with the violent wind.
Finally, is the silence: no questions, no answers.
Jewish history and world history
Crushed me like two millstones, and sometimes
Into a pool of powder. Solar and lunar
After suddenly before suddenly jumping,
My life in constant dynamic in the _set_ting;
Sometimes I hide the gap between them,
Sometimes all the way to fall into this abyss.
Lo Chi Translation
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Years later
Years later I began to understand
What I can not disobey, I must comply with
All the laws and commandments.
I follow the laws of gravity, that is, the law of gravity,
All with all my physical strength and all my love;
I comply with the law of material balance and conservation laws:
Body and the body, soul and spirit, body and soul.
I hate my pain and my joy in a vacuum.
I have followed the rules of the water to find its own plane; past and future
And cycle to me. I stood up, I lift lever rule;
I began to understand, like my old car,
What makes it work, the movement of the piston and brake,
Reward and punishment, the results and seeding,
Forgotten and the memorial, bolts and springs,
Fast and slow, and history of the law.
So from the age of my life to my life time,
So from my soul to my body organs.
This is one of the synagogues to teach metaphor, this is for the dead
A tribute, it is buried it is the resurrection.
Thus a person.
Lo Chi Translation
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Flood
The famous French emperor said, who cares Hongshuitaotian behind me!
Righteous Noah, saying, floods, in front of me;
He declared to leave the ark, the flood left behind me.
And I said, I Jiuzheng are among the flood,
I am the Ark and the animals, including clean and unclean,
I was one of the sexes, male and female,
I remember the forgotten animals and animals
I am a better world grape seedling
Although I can not drink the wine myself.
Finally, I will become a high Mount Ararat, lonely and dry
Shoulders, carrying a strange empty ark
Some leftovers filled with love, prayer of the waste, I hope the debris.
Lo Chi Translation
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Abraham had three sons
Abraham had three sons, more than two.
The three sons of Abraham: Ishmael, Isaac, and to Fyke.
The firstborn of Ishmael, that "God will hear"
And Isaac, that is, "he laughed,"
Finally is the Fyke, because he is the smallest,
Therefore, it is the most loving father, son
Mount Moriah is presented that son.
Ishmael has to rescue his mother Hagar,
Isaac, an angel to rescue,
However, no one bother to Fyke.
He is also young, his father
Always very kind to call him to Fyke ah,
To Fyke ah, my dear little baby to Fyke;
But he still made his sacrifice.
Book of the law is the goat, but in fact is Fyke.
Ishmael can not have God heard
Isaac will never smile
Sarah laughed only once, then I did not smile.
Abraham had three sons,
Ishmael, "must listen," Isaac, "will laugh" to Fyke, "will cry."
Ishmael, by Sali, to Fu Keli.
God will listen, God will laugh, God will cry.
Lo Chi Translation
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I want to live
All I want to live to become empty words in my mouth
Only vowels and consonants, vowels, or only, only sweet sound,
The soul of my body as I had to learn a foreign language final.
I want to live to all the numbers have been designated as sacred,
Is not only one, not only seven, not only is twelve, and not only three,
But all the numbers, call Reka Twenty-three battle of the deceased,
Leading to the mysterious land of seventeen kilometers, the grace period
Thirty-four nights, one hundred twenty-nine day,
Light of the three hundred thousand kilometers, forty-three moments of happiness
(The years of my life all the figures, or X).
Four thousand years of history and four fifteen minutes examination.
No figures of day and night - but they
Should also be counted -
Infinity will also be respected and even holy, then, the only way
I can rest in peace.
Lo Chi Translation
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My father is God
My father is God, but he did not know. He gave me a _set_
Ten commandments, but there is no thunder no anger,
There is no pillar of fire and cloud, but gentle
With love. Add a touch of his sermons and Yuen language:
"Are you willing" and "please", while the same tone
Sing "Remember" and "must" and
A commandment in the law and the other between a Commandment
Silently pleading and tears: Thou shalt not
Misuse the name of the LORD thy God, Thou shalt not take.
Lo Chi Translation
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The language of love and almond tea
"Leila," the night and the most feminine things, in Hebrew
Is positive, but they are also women's names.
Is positive and sun_set_ the sun is negative,
Miss being on the positive-negative, the body of a man
On the woman's desire. Can say: We two, we can say: We.
"Elohim Rahim," God, why is the plural? Because all his
Hong Kong is sitting in Yake under a shady grape Peng
Playing poker. And we sat next to a table, I hold your hand
You hold me, but not cards; we
Both are positive and are negative, both plural and singular,
We added toasted almonds, drinking the tea, the Arab, the two taste
Original do not know, but as one of our mouth.
Cafe behind the door, close to the ceiling, reads:
"Careful not lost the consequences."
Lo Chi Translation
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The accuracy of pain and joy of ambiguity
The accuracy of pain and joy of ambiguity. I was thinking
How are people in the hospital to accurately describe their pain doctor.
Even those who have not yet learned to read and write but also know how to accurately:
This is a hop hop pain, this is
Sprained pain, which is biting pain, which is still burning
This is a knife-like pain and this
Is a pain. Here. Accurate to say right here, right, right.
Confused confused joy of all fuzzy. I've heard people say
In love and after a night of revelry: is great,
I flew up into the clouds of the Seventh. But even astronauts floating
In outer space, tethered to the spacecraft, he can only say, great,
Really wonderful, I can not describe.
Joy and pain of the accuracy of ambiguity -
I use to describe the accuracy of that pain
Happy and fuzzy joy. I learned to speak in a variety of pain.
Lo Chi Translation
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I saw Jasmine
I saw Jasmine in the garden, fragrance flutters in the autumn wind,
Branches in the kudzu on the ramp. Oh, how much fault, how much waste
What a tragic failure. I saw the sun floating on the sea,
I see God, how much fault, how much hope!
I saw two birds at the airport
Imprisoned in the attic. They fly reckless despair.
Oh, how much the fault of how the struggles, how hard love
Oh, no export of a way out of the visions of a Holy Spirit Puchi!
In the high altitude, in this above all, a plane circled. I'm trying to
It said time and time again in my efforts. Efforts, people in the control tower
It said. Work hard, work hard again and again.
Lo Chi Translation
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The way photographers
The way photographers a shot when he conceived the time
Amid endless as the sea or desert,
He was looking for some big things with or near the photo,
A crotch branches, a chair, a boulder or a corner,
In order to show infinite, he would forget about the sea and desert
- This is the way I love you, love your hands, your face,
Your hair, your voice in the nearby, but forget
Never the end of the distance and the endless end.
When we die, where they left the sea and desert, and God.
How we loved to watch through a window ah.
The other, far and near to all, do not, the true God.
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I know how thin
I know how delicate silk to sustain me and my happiness,
But, I have these fine silk woven into one myself
Soft-tough, with a happy latitude and longitude
Cover naked for me and protect me.
But sometimes I seem to feel that my life was not good enough
Parcel of my body this layer of skin, or even not good enough
I used to live ten Zuanjin fingernails.
I used to lift the wrist like a
Peep of time, even when not wear watches.
Sometimes, when the last of the water bubbling out of Bath,
In my ears is singing nightingale.
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Throw off the fear of loss
I throw off the fear of loss of investment in the fear of being lost.
I can not stay in between them in this small
I never get through the no man's land at the end of the day.
My hand is the hand of the search, to test the hand,
Pray hands, frustrated hand,
Always explored between the pages on your desktop paper drawer
Pocket in the cupboard to find
They lost that one. With this double
Search for lost hand, I touch your face
Fear of loss with this double hand I hold you
Groping your eyes your lips, like a blind man
Such as measuring, such as lost, such as getting lost in the measurement.
Because only the hand is the fear of loss of love's hand.
Once I was watching a violinist play, I found
In his right hand and left hand only is that between the violin,
But this is what kind of between what music ah!
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Change is God, death is a prophet
Every year, Abraham is our father took his sons to Mount Moriah,
Likewise I took my children to Neigaifuqiu Mausoleum, where I fought.
Abraham, who along with his son hiking. "I'm here
Servants left, where the foot of my tree
Tying off the donkey, and here is where my children Isaac, you ask me:
'Behold the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for a burnt offering it? '
Then just after a while, you asked a second time. "
When they came to the Peak, they rest for a while, eat, drink,
Then he took them to see the link with a goat horn that cluster tree.
Later, the death of Abraham, Isaac took his son's turn to come here.
"Here I take up firewood, this is the place I have breath,
I asked here, but my father said: 'God himself will
Lamb for the burnt offering. 'To the other side, I realized that was me. "
Isaac was old and dim eyes, and his children
Moriah mountains led him to the same place, for his repeat
Has happened, he might have forgotten everything.
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Autumn Love History
1
This is the end of the summer. After the final wave of heat waves, torture,
Confessed to the crimes of its summer, but I have to say: That dead tree is the king and that thorns
Is the glory, thistle to hard to maintain its own
Is a miracle. Parasitic vines more beautiful than the host,
The tendrils of dried grapes also love to cling to Rubus.
White feathers in a hole outside the field confirmed that the tragic death
Big Wings also confirmed that fighting when the United States.
All roads in the gap and tortured slit trench will be drawn into the land
My life map. From here, bird watcher can determine the history of
Can mark out the future geologists, meteorologists can interpret
Palm of the hand of God, and the botanist
Can be a tree expert wisdom, discernment of good and evil.
2
Squeeze with my hands, just as the lovers Ningliao Yi,
I checked the maturity of the fig. I will never know the terms of the fig
What is a death, is to stay in the branches or rot in the ground,
What the hell they and their Garden of Eden, and their rescue
And what is their resurrection. Mouth to devour them -
Is the Heaven's Gate was the entrance to the underworld? Long, long ago,
Trees are the human gods. Now perhaps we
Become gods, and their fruit trees is.
Dove calls it a bird with love brother carob tree;
It is not to understand the evolution of the eternal evolution
They lie in the middle, it's just calling calling calling.
3
Gaze upward, to see if there is cloud -
Why it is so light and floating all the way: the walls, balconies,
Urgent need of dry clothes and desire of the windows, roof,
Sky. Think out of the open palm to see if there raindrops -
That was the most pure hands,
Most firm, most pious
Far better than all of the prayer hall where all the worshipers.
4
Promoted to high-altitude aircraft, the people go home happy sitting
People in those homes and both side faces are the same.
Formation of large air miss the autumn forecast of rain.
In the ruins of the Crusaders, unbeaten autumn blooming onion Red Sea,
It leaves in the spring germination, but it knows what happened
In the long, dry summer and the summer between. This is its simple forever.
The monuments _set_ in the Yamo Dikai and Neige Ba
As in the preservation of the ruins
A souvenir. Our nation is such a fall,
Commemorate the fall of Martha and its major committing suicide,
He and other large Pa about his ruin and the destruction of Jerusalem ... ...
Held at the Western Wall, where possible. Residual Residual ah. Collection as a person
A pair of broken shoes, a rotten socks, some remnants of the letters as a memento.
So it all just waiting, or how long, the moment of death.
All of our lives, in which the place of all, in which the crowds coming and going,
Life is surrounded with a fence. The death is the life surrounded with a fence.
5
I saw a tree, it is solid in the autumn seed popping popping sounds,
Filled pods. The seed of a man dumping and then slide, sticky
Finally swallowed, do not send a trace of sound.
Is it the seed of a tree superior
Better than a man's seed:
It sounds like popping merrily. Drought is its songs.
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The memory of those who commemorate those who
1
Day poems dedicated to the war dead.
But the memory of a generation are reduced and dead,
Half of the decrepit decrepit bear the other half is about to bear,
And who is going to commemorate the memory of those who were?
2
How to build a headstone? Burning car
In the Valley Gate. A car burning charcoal. The skeleton of a car.
Another burning wreckage of a car in another place.
Debris oil with red rust, red,
Like a flame. Wreckage next to a bunch of dried flowers.
Formed a memorial wreath of dried flowers,
Skeleton bones form a vision of resurrection.
In another place, far away, hidden in the bush,
A piece of broken marble monument engraved some names, an oleander
Blocked most of his face like a ray of love long hair.
However, once a year that is move it out of the side branches are called those names,
The blue banner hanging in the next half-pole, rolled merrily
Like a pulled flag hoisted to the peak - so light, so easy,
Enjoy its color, it's the wind.
And who is going to commemorate the memory of those who were?
3
How a person appears in the memorial? Stand at attention or bow,
As tough as the tarp is still as weak as those who complained,
Down or looking up the same as contempt for sinners death
Is as dead as his eyes turned dull,
Or close your eyes like the stars in the observed in vivo?
And what is the best time to mourn? Is noon
Hiding in the shadows, when our feet, or dusk
When shadows extended, as we desire the same
No beginning no end, just like God?
4
In this kind of activities should be singing? We used to sing the song of the valley,
"Na Hala in the alpha and beta between
Who is who lit a fire to sacrifice here. "
Now I know who lit the bonfire
I know who died in here.
He is my friend.
5
How should we mourn? By David, Jonathan and Saul to the elegy,
"Swifter than eagles, stronger than lions," we should be choked with tears.
If they really are swifter than eagles,
They will soar high above in the war,
Will not hurt. We can look them in the ground and then said:
"Look at the eagle, this is my son, this is my husband, this is my brother."
If they are really stronger than a lion
They can continue to be a lion, not like human beings die.
We can hand feed them
And the golden touch their souls.
We can adopt them back home, with deep feeling:
My children, my husband, my brother, my brother, my husband, my children.
6
I went to the funeral of Edward, he was blown to atoms by a bomb,
Very far away, a new war of the new dead.
People told me to go to a new funeral home:
"At that point a large dairy farm in the past.
If you follow the scent of milk
Certainly can not go wrong. "
7
Once I told my little daughter walk
We met a man, he asked me what I asked him if he passes
How have - like the "Bible" in the said. Then she asked me
How do you know him? I said, "He fought with me."
She nodded and asked, "If he with you
Fought, how he did not die still a good living? "
8
No one had heard of jasmine fruit.
No poet sang the praise it.
Everyone intoxicated singing jasmine flowers,
It depressed flavor, white petals.
But it is tenacious vitality
Short like a butterfly as long as the stars.
Jasmine will not hear the results.
And who is going to commemorate the memory of those who were?
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