Carrying little lanterns, fireflies
float under the empty night sky,
drift in the dark and boundless field.
Those tiny fireflies seem to
have no destination or purpose
but form an arresting scene
above the meadow at night.
You say, those flickering fireflies
must be little lanterns carried by souls
roaming in the dark night.
(transl. by Joan Xie & Sam Perkins from Chinese)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poetry. The words made the reader believe and see.