银歌

作者：刘鹤尧

Silver Ballad

translated by PLS

no melancholy

wandering in a white courtyard in the afternoon

grandiose shade

      quiet as birds    dispersing

in a nameless spot

creep claws as elegant as those of animals

and a force that crushes hearts

the eye of spring gushing out

the fragrance of silver

this blue sky thunders

pouring down dry flashes

no melancholy

a moment foretells all moments

I refuse dreamscapes, premonitions, or esoteric gold,

like a pulse burning its strings

all for this love