The wind knows well what love is,
Summer day is glittering in royal colours,
The fishing man, in lone, is surveying
The wound of this earth.
The bell is sounding and bulking up.
The late noon strollers,
Please include into the significance of this age of the year.
Somebody is sitting at the piano,
Somebody is holding a ladder passing by.
Sleepiness has been delayed for a few minutes,
The sun is studying the shadows,
I drink my water from a clear mirror,
Seeing there my target enemies.
The tenor's singing
Agitated the big sea as the vessels do.
At early morning 3 AM I open a can,
Let those fishes shining off their brightness.
(translated by oswald, poem 這一天 by Bei Dao)