《写作》
笔，不再是笔
纸，也不再是纸
有人在灯下来去
四万八千朵莲花中
只这朵
开在心里
Writing
The pen, is not a pen any more
The paper is not a piece of paper, either.
Someone has been here and gone in the light.
Forty-eight thousand lotuses,
Only this one,
blooms in my heart.
《无忧树》
当忧愁围拢成湖泊
树在坚持说——
我不知道。
佛在树下诞生
而那七朵地涌的金莲
是树的骄傲。
A no-sad Tree
The sadness gathered around, being a lake.
The tree still insisted to say,
“I know nothing.”
Buddha was born under the tree,
While the seven golden lotuses sprang from the earth
are the pride of the tree.
《读信》
信纸看着我
表情复杂——
一张脸在千里之外。
笔不相信字是真的
眼睛可有可无
天空，真的空了。
Reading the Letter
The letter paper looks at me,
The expression is so complex,
A face is thousands miles away from me.
The pen can’t believe the handwriting is true.
Maybe my eyes are not important.
The sky, is really empty.
《心香》
这是一条
袅袅上升的
心灵之路。
在烛前趺坐
宁静是一柄绿色的
大伞。
The fragrance from my soul
This is a rising road,
It leads to my heart.
I am sitting before a candle
Silence is like
a big green umbrella.
《世界地图》
整个的世界
便在这
一瞥之中。
犹如蓝色的池塘中
不安开放着的
几朵睡莲。
A world map
The whole world is in my heart,
at the moment of
a glance of mine.
It is just like
a few uneasy sleeping lotuses.
They are blooming in a blue pond.
《鸡足山短句》
Short poems in JiZu Mountain
1
台阶上布满落叶
仿佛旅人的歌声
遗在风中
One
Leaves cover all the steps,
Just like the songs of the travelers,
They are lost in the wind.
2
阳光穿过竹林
照亮一片蛛网
以及，我手上的经卷.
Two
The sunlight go through the bamboo forest,
A piece of cobweb and the Buddhist text in my hand
are lit up.
3
佛殿前，香烟缭绕
如同众香客
模糊不清的愿心
Three
The smoke is rising before the Buddha-hall,
It is like the unclearly wishes
of the pilgrims.
4
一盆清静的水仙
在钟楼下面
独自清香
Four
Under the bell tower,
A basin of quiet narcissus
is exuding fragrance alone.
5
黄昏的虚云寺
没有香客僧影
惟有一束鸟语空悬
2011-2-9，鸡足山
Five
At dusk, there are no pilgrims and monks
in Xuyun Temple,
Only the birds’ chirps leave in the sky.
2011-2-9 JiZu Mountain
《雪莲果》
人说，你来自南美
是印第安人的神果
而我在云南与你相遇
是在下鸡邑我住的院落里
事情的简单之处
是你的枝叶与花朵
往往被初见者呼为向日葵
但你的果实却在地下
果实，果实
每当我看到你的枝叶
就想到那些土层中默默的生长
如同禅者的愿心
Yacon
Someone said, you are from South America,
You are something magical of Indian.
I meet you in Yunnan
in my yard of Xia Ji Yi.
Maybe the simple of things is in
your branches, leaves and flowers.
Usually, they are named sunflowers
at the first glance of people.
But your fruits are underground.
Yacon ,Yacon,
When I see your branches and leaves,
I will think of your silently growing in the soil,
as the beautiful wishes of those mediators.
《花生》
我的意见是
花生米一定要生吃
我就是这样做的
我在一座精舍的庭院里
种植过花生。它们匍匐在地
开花。然后在地下结果
我也曾经在一口破茶杯里
种植花生。那不是为了果实
而是绿色
Peanuts
I mean
Peanuts must be eaten without any processing.
I do eat them by this way.
I have planted them in a yard of my delicate abode.
They bloomed, crawled along the earth,
Then they bore nuts underground.
I ever grew peanuts in an old teacup,
Not for the nuts,
but for the green .
《窗外苍山》
透过窗棂，我看到
苍山被上午的阳光照亮
依然有雪
依然有白云如同飘带
将这个春天的肩膀缠绕
我静静望着
我想，这是一个平常的春天
樱花开了
杜鹃花也开了
而那些传说中的故事
却没有发生
Mountains Outside of the Windows
Through the window lattice, I saw
Tsang Mount is lighted by the morning sun.
Still, there is snow,
Still, there are white clouds as ribbons
They are twining the arms of the spring.
Quietly, seeing all of them,
I think, this is an usual spring.
Cherries are blossoming,
Azaleas are blossoming, too.
However,
Those legend stories have not happened yet.
《送Dawn入鸡足山》
车子开到寺院门口，天
已经黑了下来。雨
也在夜色弥漫中悄悄下起
谁也没有出声
寺院安静得连路灯都屏住了呼吸
我们沿着青石台阶
去探视比丘尼的世界
你总是让人吃惊
在老天的目瞪口呆中
开始了一场生命新的演算
我惟有不间断的重复
那句被唱得滚热发亮的真言——
嗡嘛呢，呗咪吽
哦，佛陀
也许踏上一条新的路途容易
而要截断身后那条经年反复的河流
难，难难
Send Dawn to Jizu Mount
When the car came before the door of the temple,
It is already dark. It rained quietly
in the night darkness.
Neither of us said a word.
The temple was so quiet that the lamp can’t breathe any more.
Along the green stone steps
We looked for the world of nuns.
Always, you surprised others.
When the God stunned,
You began a new calculation of life.
I only endless repeated
the mantras which is sung so hot,
"wong, ma, ni, bei, mei, hong"
Maybe it is easy to step a new road,
While to cut the flowing river all years behind us
is so difficult, difficult and difficult.
《芹菜》
芹菜的清香和声名
自唐代开始
一碗芹菜面流传至今
现在，我赞美芹菜
是因为那样一份现实中的不俗
常在唇齿间
Celery
Its fragrance and name came from Tang Dynasty.
A bowl of celery noodles came down till now.
Now, I praise it
Cause the uncommon traits of it in true life
Still leave fragrance between my lips.
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