A poem by XiBeiWang Tr.by Lily
Winter has already come to the bed for meditation
Colorful spring still would like to enjoy its blossom
As much as possible, and to capture territories summer and fall have
sounded the whistles.Only
One hundred thousands of sacred mountains keep silent
Gray hair shrouds over their shoulders, like
One hundred thousands of incenses
To wake up the up-looking gazes
An eagle, as strolling idly in a courtyard
One stroke after another, is reading over
The vast and boundless sky
Yurts stud everywhere and beside Mani Stones
Colorful prayer flags are combing
The long heads of the worldly male and female pilgrims along the road
With auspicious notes upheld, Gesang flowers
Are chasing flocks of sheep in multiple trips
And running over the lush meadows while from the sky clouds are falling
Grains of highland barley are carrying the flame
Taking out the full tank of spirits
Drinking a bowl is the Yellow River
And drinking another bowl is the Yangtze River
Oh, dazzling white and pure blue
One hundred thousands of yak butter lamps
Are lighting up the heaven
金色夕阳 The Golden Sunset
The golden sea its mirror spreads
Beneath the golden skies,
And but a narrow strip between
Of land and shadow lies.
The cloud-like rocks,the rock-like clouds
Dissolved in glory float,
And midway of the radiant flood,
Hangs silently the boat.
The sea is but another sky,
The sky a sea as well,
And which is earth and which is heaven,
The eye can scarcely tell.So when for us life’s evening hour,
Soft fading shall descend,
May glory, born of earth and heaven,
The earth and heaven blend.Flooded with peace the spirits float,
With silent rapture glow,
Till where earth ends and heaven begins,
The soul shall scarcely know.
Thou Blessed Dream
If things go ill or well-
If joy rebounding spreads the face,
Or sea of sorrows swells-
It is a dream, a play.
A play- we each have a part
Each one to weep or laugh as may;
Each one his dress to don-
Alternate shine or rain.
Thou dream, O blessed dream!
Spread far and near thy veil of haze,
Tone down the lines so sharp,
Make smooth what roughness seems.
No magic but in thee!
Thy touch makes desert bloom to life,
Harsh thunder, sweetest song,
Fell death, the sweet release.