Autumn Wind Blows

By Zeng Meng

I find some secrets from the wind somehow doing nothing, somehow stupid.
I find some darkest parts from humanity somehow the wind uncovered,
and even depleted.
The wind robs the cleanest parts of spirits.
I know the most delicate and refined plants with reverence,
I know the most spacious hallways, that
the wind has not tolerated. All heads upward have determination
to avenge an insult.
Facing direction of the wind, of being snooty,
I prefer to believe one's heart is compassionate,
even if death illuminates autumn sunset, even if harsh things tender-hearted
dance on a razor blade. Even if the not-yet of a son of the wind that be me,
still I can count,
in the doorways with darkness roaming of, so many sufferers withered,
so many casualties fell down dead.

                    October 10，2016
                    translated from the Chinese by Chen Zihong

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秋风吹

曾蒙

我找到风有所无为，有所无能的秘密，
我找到风吹醒人性最黑暗的部分，
腐朽的部分，
风声掠夺了最清洁的精神。
我知道最为纤巧的植物，都有敬畏之心，
我知道最空旷的楼道，
为风所不容。所有向上生长的头颅，
都有洗窃耻辱的决心。
顺着风的方向，目空一切的方向，
我宁愿相信人心是肉长的，
哪怕秋霞被死亡照耀，最深情的刻薄
在刀尖上舞蹈。哪怕我不是风的儿子，
我也能数清，
新的黑暗漫过的门口，多少病痛在凋落，
多少伤亡被击落。

2016.10.10