Love Poems by Dai Wangshu 1
(1) Rain Lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
In silence,
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
She is as melancholy as lilac.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
(2) Dreamer
Dreams will blossom,
Dreams will bloom beautiful flowers;
To find priceless treasures.
In the blue sea,
At the bottom of the blue ocean,
There is a gold shell hidden deep.
To climb an iceberg for nine years,
Sailing on the dry sea for nine years,
Then you met the golden shell.
It has the sound of clouds and rain in the sky,
It has the sound of waves at sea,
It will enchant your heart.
Put it in seawater for nine years,
After nine years in Tianshui,
Then, it blooms on a dark night.
When your temples are covered with spots,
When your eyes are blurred,
Golden shells spit out peach beads.
Put the peach beads in your arms,
Put the peach beads on your pillow,
So a dream came out quietly.
Your dream has come true.
Your dream has come true,
When you are old.
Dai Wangshu's Love Poems II
(3) Come to me.
Come to me, if you still exist,
Naked, loose hair;
I'll tell you what only the two of us know.
I'll tell you why roses have golden petals,
Why do you have gentle and fragrant dreams,
Why does mallow stick its head in our window?
We'll know everything people don't know,
Except the trembling of my hands and your heartbeat;
Don't be afraid of my strange eyes,
Come to me; You will find a comfortable sofa in my arms.
But, ah, you don't exist anymore,
Although your memory still makes me tremble slightly,
I wait for you in vain every night,
Smoking thoughtfully under the bodhi tree.
(4) Don't look at each other so brightly.
Don't look at each other so brightly,
Lower your sad head,
Quiet, listen, in the distant forest,
Hope on the dead leaves has revived.
Is an ancient hope,
It has been sleeping in the forest for many years;
Is a lingering burden of hope,
It has long been forgotten.
Don't look at each other so brightly,
Lower your sad head,
The hope of the past,
It has been awakened by you.
This is a lingering and complicated hope,
Since you scared me,
It will do it again reluctantly.
It will bother you and me.
Don't look at each other so brightly,
Lower your sad head,
Quiet, listen, stay away from the forest,
The hope of being awakened in the past has come.