JINTISHI
CHINESE POETRY
BLOOD
The music soothes
Our deep thoughts
Of wars... Blood trails
On the shimmering snow.
Over the great mountains,
Snow that melts
With the warm blood of warriors
Left behind, deep in the winter storm.
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MUSIC
Pleased and delighted are we.
The sound of the lute
Embellishing our nocturnal gathering.
My soul gathers the rhythm of your heart.
Beating, fast, the drums ; blending together.
And the flutes filling the air
with enchanting notes that make our visitors dance,
their faces uplifted to the moon.
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DREAM
Our ancestors live,
Like a dream come true,
In the heart of every prayer.
Candles bestow their reddish light
Upon the altar.
Like precious gems, your eyes,
Cast glowing tears upon my dream.
I wake up feeling lost, the dream untold.
