Have I ever been content? Have I ever renounced hostility?
Have I ever trembled in love without reason or cause?
An old star lights the provincial government heaped bodies in the weeds
under a red regime I find a self as yet unnamed
he is precisely as incomplete as he is exquisite
At night he can’t get to sleep when he sleeps
he opens the eyes of the owl so wide —
the moon’s shadow goes west the thief has fallen asleep in his dream!translated from Chinese by Nick Admussen