Spring, Ten Haizi

Fan Youfei

Spring, ten Hai Zi are all resurrected.
In the landscape of light,
They laugh at this savage and sorrowful Hai Zi:
“You’ve been sleeping for so long – what exactly is it for?”

Spring, ten Hai Zi bellow deeply,
Dancing and singing around you and me.
They tear your dark hair, mount you and gallop away, kicking up the dirt.
The pain when you are chopped open permeates the earth.

In spring, this savage and vengeful Hai Zi
Is the only Hai Zi left, the last one left.
This is the son of the night who is immersed in winter, enamored with death.
He is burning with his love for this void and frigid village

Where grains pile up high and block out the window.
Half of the grains are used in the mouths, eating, and stomachs of a family of six.
The other half are used in agriculture, reproducing themselves.
The gale blows from east to west, from north to south, ignoring the dark and dawn.
The light of dawn you spoke of – what exactly does it mean.