Translation of this poem by Han Shan. (The top one) Musical ocean lightning Disenchanted flame Falling tree of smoke The tadpole flies over demon bats Squat man watches As the butterfly lights Flits about He ponders the lightness of being His wife of virtue and fertility jagged Climbing The heart Points towards the heavens’ ascent.
Version 2. The hard silence of lost balance, the flight of an early amphibian. You taunt, but the butterfly alights, leaves you with your thoughts and human nature. Command the Airborne assault, Raining earth, Bedrock lodged beneath The last moments The heart paints the heavens’ ascent
[free association, first with no theme or cohesion, second time with some cohesion.]
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