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The Song of the Universe Ė Thy Song 

Sweet soul,
let thy breath be sweet
Let thine eyes shine as the stars
Reflect about what thou shalt see!
Thou shalt forget the words
The song of the universe is thy song
The peace of the universe is thy peace
If thou shall speak
it is almost like God
Let there be light! And there was light.


Day and Night in Kingdom of Heaven

Last night, gazing at the stars
I saw those countless gems smiling
numberless from my past life
limitless in the silver kingdom
Sprung from the light of thought
forging ahead to superluminal chi
Five hundred years later, or, may I say
After a thousand five hundred years of the world
I saw a giant of a spacecraft
The eyes of those men and women
were tranquil, serene as a diamond
in the Kingdom of Heaven, there is neither day nor night.


Distant Heaven

Often I have a foretaste of the future city of the giant
The young giants in and out of the great mansion in platinum
and I'm one of them
In the body the sacred flame burns
on the head flickers the signs of zodiac
and the Diamond eyes glimpse the distant kingdom of heaven!


The Prehistoric Golden State

Wish my smile were a golden armour.
May the Sunís golden mirror guard your chest.
In the music of hundreds of millions of stars
Let your dreams sweeten like the wine of dawn.

The gods in heaven, the guardian of your soul
Out of the book of the giant bestow upon you a day
When Mountains  bow to greet you, and,
A golden country, in ancient epoch, the ocean confers.


Words Such as God

Winter comes and winter goes
Until boots back the golden spring.
My soul has boarded the dragon car of Gods
And has just called on the kingdom of 72 planets.

Words such as God, where everyone is king 
When their sun blossoms to you, forever
You will forget the world and forget the years.

 

Yuan Hongri, Jining City, Shandong Province, China

Translator, Manu Mangattu, Arurithura, India

   


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