Source of river – A drop of water swam across two thousand years
Original by Hei Lang / Translated by laojian
A small drop of rain has tossed about for two thousand years,
Sometimes sleeping in the deep ocean, sometimes running in big rivers
A small drop of tear sometimes hid in eye-sockets, and sometimes ascended to the clouds
Flows circulating through in and outside of my body, sometimes are a snug bosom of feelings
And sometimes are the expanding land under heaven.
-- Oh! With the advent of Duan Wu Festival, there were bodies of flooding water
That have no idea of the sufferings of my homeland.
They took a dragon-boat as the token of authority, making a big fuss,
And make a splash where water should have been left still.
-- Oh! This Duan Wu Festival, there are trivial misconceptions
They lead the life of a plant, walking from morning till night, from life to death
Those leaf-wrapped rices – being tossed in the upper air, yet ending up submerged in the deep water
May has been made groan in pain
Listening not to cicada’s crying for sloughing, to cuckoo’s lamenting, and to frog’s croaking
In the hollow of a heavenly body
We heard – a lightning split another lightning, and a thunder displaced another thunder