Whispering Poem by Wang Qian

Here is a secret
Before no one knew,
Before I was born,
Before I was found,
Before I was looking around,
And found the world was round.

I stretch my limbs
W-I-D-E,
On the field piled with gaining grass
The Green buries me
And I chew Red from the wind
Where fragrant airs lead.
Gorgeous! I find a black alien thing
Breathing in the air so near above
My eyeballs move fast and are fairly warm.
It's like a drama
But cannot be clearly seen.
Oh, it's dancing,
But lack of steps of gayness.
Dangled shivers are performing a poem
Out of breath.
What's the creature,
Seems he tries to venture
Steals the luck
And flees from the wordy needle's structure.
The block of savors sewing fast in hustle,
And two things are parted in a puzzle.
Catches again. Becomes one.
Story is more fierce
And flinging is a crowd of cares.
How is the colour so weak and picture so vague.
Some wooly happiness rise
But soon fade.

I grow tired,
Two lace gloves the shape of original flat,
After reaching so high
And wringing so tight.
A river of tears is breaking over the dike
...
So we are back to calm
Counting time,
Tick, tick, tick
...
Appears you win,
You call up beautiful clouds
To bring me shabby rain.
However no chance coming for you
To crown yourself like a clown-like King,
Or condence my large unbuttoned pain
Into such a little whispering.