Saturday, September 25, 2010

Gleaming moon above
accompanied with shimmering stars grins
So brilliant, so dazzling, so fair
How I wish to visit thy lofty dwelling


But beneath this radiance of thine
There's a lady of unrivaled glows
of decent virtues
and of splendid piety

A moment had I not met you
A period of pining for you
A time of great missing
Though I felt it long
Yet within my heart none but love lingers on

Yet on this delightful day
the meeting I desires the most
finally befell

O speak of an angel !
Fine as a bright messenger from heaven above
Say your words
Utter your hopes
and in my remembrance they shall endure

Friday, September 24, 2010

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.

Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow,
a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more:
it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

(Shakespeare)

Sunday, September 19, 2010

From the fairest ladies, I desire you
For you emits not only beauty
But the goodness and purity of your heart shines
The very fairness
which shall leave no man's heart
unshaken, unfascinated,and unshattered before you

O brilliant lady!!
'tis my grievous heart who keeps screaming
An unquenched ,craving ,and agitating soul

I am the butterfly
And you are the flower
I am the ant
And you are the sweet

Longing for you I am
Yet I must go, even though briefly
Out of your sight
Still, excruciating is this pain

Yet on this earth, my love will endure
Oh, how great is my yearning
until our next meeting

Saturday, September 18, 2010

"Estate
Il sole che ogni giorno ci scaldava
Che splendidi tramonti dipingeva
Adesso brucia solo con furore

Tornerà un altro inverno
Cadranno mille pètali di rose
La neve coprirà tutte le cose
E forse un po' di pace tornerà

Estate
Che ha dato il suo profumo ad ogni fiore
L' estate che ha creato il nostro amore
Per farmi poi morire di dolore"
(Bruno Martino)

Summer
The sun, that warmed us every day
That painted beautiful sunsets
Now only burns with fury

There will come another winter
Thousands of rose petals will fall
The snow will cover all
And perhaps a little peace will return

Summer
That gave its perfume to every flower
The summer, that created our love
To let me now die of pain

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Bitterness is drawing nigh
Toils and perils on the way
Blindly,, 'tis my feet and heart guide my way
Yet, I longs for God, enlightening my paths
and thither I am safe and sound at Thy hands
What breeze shall bear a resemblance to my feeling
agitated .. perturbed .. yet sad
So painful is my heart
seeing your sorrowful stare
full of dreads and stress

O sleeping leaves...
So peaceful and calm..
awaiting for cold breeze to swing
You perceive not the worldly weariness
No.....
Hither I will say to her from afar
Weary not anymore..
Fear not anymore..
Till the dawn comes
in my sleeping prayer
I will utter your frets to our Lord

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

苍天如圆盖,
陆地似棋局;
世人黑白分,
往来争荣辱:
荣者自安安,
辱者定碌碌。

南阳有隐居,
高眠卧不足

(Kongming)

The sky is but a round curvature of blue
The earth is but a chess board
Worldly people are divided among the "white" and "black"
Regardless of time they struggle for glory and fame
The prosperous (winner) may have their own peace
The commons (the loser) may have their toils and weariness

There in Nanyang dwells a hermit
Who lives his peaceful seclusion

O bright lady!
When the gazing of your eyes fixed upon me
A surge of affection immersed me from within
Suddenly I perceived the meaning of love
Gnawing my cold-heartedness
...Whispering words of comforts
And beneath this moon I will say
Clear is your eye
Sweet is your smile
Upon your head, how magnificent the stars you bore aloft
Come to me,

come to me,

and say my heart is fair.


(14/9/2010)

O gloomy stars ! Fading is your light,,
reflecting my soul...
Within me is but a withering spirit.. so frail and chaotic
Steering myself into hollows.. so futile and disgrace
Yet my heart yearns for comforts and enjoyment
...O piteous stars ! Dimmed not anymore
Let your light shine once more
Let my muddled heart be appeased
And my days shall be enliven

(11/9/2010)