祖国啊，我亲爱的祖国

Shu Ting

我是你河边上破旧的⽼老老⽔
水⻋车， 数百年年来纺着疲
惫的歌；
我是你额上熏⿊黑的矿灯，
照你在历史的隧洞洞⾥里里蜗⾏行行摸索
我是⼲干瘪的稻穗，是失修的路路
基； 是淤滩上的驳船
把纤绳深深
勒勒进你的肩膊，
——祖国啊！
·
我是贫困，
我是悲哀。
我是你祖祖辈辈
痛苦的希望啊， 
是“⻜飞天”袖间
千百年年未落到地⾯面的花朵，
——祖国啊！
·
我是你簇新的理理想，
刚从神话的蛛⽹网⾥里里挣
脱； 我是你雪被下古莲的胚
芽； 我是你挂着眼泪的笑涡
；我是新刷出的雪⽩白的起跑线
； 是绯红的黎明
正在喷薄；
—— 祖国啊！
·
我是你的⼗十亿分之⼀一，
是你九百六⼗十万平⽅方的总
和； 你以伤痕累累的乳房
喂养了了
迷惘的我、深思的我、 沸腾的我； 
那就从我的⾎血⾁肉之躯上
去取得
你的富饶、你的荣光、你的⾃自由；
—— 祖国啊， 
我亲爱的祖国！

Ah Motherland, Dear Motherland

Anne Chen

I am your battered waterwheel, 
Weaving an ancient weary chime.
I am a smoke-tinted miner’s lamp,
Lighting your drag through the tale of time.

I am a rice sprout wrinkled and toasted, 
lost in oblivious lanes.
I am an untamed boat by the coast, 
lashing your shoulders with chains.
…Ah Motherland!

I am poverty 
I am grief
I am the ache within your hope 
your posterity yet ancestry.
I am born in utopian land,
where million-year-old petals 
refuse to drop from trees.
…Ah Motherland!

I am your ideals fresh and wild,
Rescued from cobwebs you have fabled.
I am the lotus rooted beneath snow, 
Melting to tears in smiling dimples.

I am a white starting line 
freshly traced
against scarlet dawn, 
beaming gold rays.
…Ah Motherland!

I am a bit of your billion,
summing acres beneath your feet.
Your eroded and beaten breasts have nurtured
a confounded boiling me.
Please take my name and blood to fuel 
your prosperity and liberty.

Oh Motherland… 
Dear Motherland!