Sunday, 4 March 2012
A Thousand Year Old Chinese Poem
We are parting
at the time when the leaves
are withered and keep on falling
The cutting winds of autumn
batter my heart,
bringing sorrow to every part
of my mind and my body
making me die inside.
Now, all I have to cherish
are our bygone times, our old days.
Oh! In what time of our lives
in what part of the world
could you and I ever meet again?
Collaborative Tanslation: Xiaocsia He & Wendy Robertson
This is a very poignant poem, considering her situation. Xiaocsia is back in China now, no doubt making her way in a better life.