Pilgrimage Notes
Among the tens of thousands of ways to pray
I like to hear you sing
I keep listening to speculate on the fall
To resist liberation
You sing, my support is my boundless confusion
Please forgive me for my inability to discern the dreams of a gray magpie or a crow.
Just like I can't figure out the cause of the flood
Do you care about the clouds or the nine springs?
Mind the gilded river banks
Or was his dignity trampled to pieces?
Your thick bass stretches like mountains
Everything you sing about will come true
For example, a legitimate expression of disgust
Such as the concept of equality rising in the ant nest
For example, eliminating the aesthetics that fills the here and now
Like utter anger
such as spring
Introduction to the poet
Chen Jianli
The driving force for writing poetry has been suppressed and scrutinized several times, and it becomes unstoppable. It was summoned by the ancient saints and sages, and now it begins to prepare for the summons. It is ignited by drama and ignites drama. It battles with the image over and over again and then rushes to freedom together. It blooms into language and melts its ice in order to awaken it.
Yes, write poetry.
Editor's Note
In the end of tens of thousands of ways to pray, I love to hear you sing.
Everything you have ever sung about will come true.
Even though I am your incompetent disciple. Although I am not ignorant, it is difficult for me to resist the temptation to fall, just as it is difficult for me to distinguish between good and evil, holiness and sin.
If I fall from the clouds, my lips will be tightly closed and I will not raise my arms and shout to anyone. I can't tell whether it is sinking or liberation, let alone where my heart belongs.
I am so confused, waiting for the enlightenment of your cool singing voice.
By supporting you with all my heart and listening to you, will I be able to be sublimated? Will I have the courage to transcend, the desire to transcend, and the fists to crush stubborn dignity and authority?
But before that, I am silent, waiting for spring to be awakened by you, waiting for the first trace of green to break out of the cocoon.
At the same time, we also provide translated English, German, French and Spanish versions of the poem, and maintain the original style and rhythm of the poem to the greatest extent during the translation process.
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English Version
Pilgrim's Notes
In the realm of countless prayers, I find my solace there
Listening to your voice, singing with such flair
I've been listening all along, seeking to comprehend
The depths of my fall, resisting the urge to transcend
You sing, and I'm left in boundless disarray
Forgive me, for I can't discern without dismay
The dreams of gray magpies and crows, intertwined
Just as I struggle to fathom the flood's design
Do I care for the clouds or the depths below?
The gilded riverbanks or the trampled dignity we know?
Your deep notes resonate, like mountains so grand
Everything you sing, I believe will come to hand
To express disgust, with a legal voice so clear
To elevate equality, in an anthill we hold dear
To erase the aesthetics, that engulf this time and space
To be consumed by anger, in its entirety, embrace
And like the arrival of spring, so serene
These are the visions your songs convene
from: Pierre Bonnard
Deutsche Version
Pilgernotizen
In den zehntausend Arten des Gebets
Höre ich gerne deinen Gesang
Ich höre zu, um den Verfall zu erahnen
Um der Erlösung zu widerstehen
Du singst, meine Hingabe ist grenzenlose Verwirrung
Bitte verzeih mir, dass ich nicht unterscheiden kann
Zwischen den Träumen der grauen Elstern und der Krähen
So wie ich nicht die Ursache der Flut klären kann
Ob es um die Wolken oder die neun Tiefen geht?
Ob es um die vergoldeten Flussufer geht oder um die zertretenen Würde?
Deine tiefe Stimme ist so schwer wie die Berge, die sich erstrecken
Alles, was du gesungen hast, wird wahr
Wie zum Beispiel der legale Ausdruck des Ekelns
Wie zum Beispiel die Gleichheit, die im Ameisenhaufen aufsteigt
Wie zum Beispiel die Ästhetik, die hier und jetzt erfüllt ist
Wie zum Beispiel die pure Wut
Wie zum Beispiel der Frühling
from: Pierre Bonnard
Version française
Journal du pèlerinage
Dans les milliers de façons de prier
J'aime t'entendre chanter
Je t'écoute toujours, pour deviner la décadence
Pour résister à la délivrance.
Tu chantes, ma nourriture est mon angoisse infinie
Pardonne-moi de ne pas pouvoir distinguer le rêve des pies et des corbeaux
Tout comme je ne peux pas comprendre l'origine des inondations
Est-ce les cieux ou les neuf enfers?
Est-ce les digues dorées ou la dignité piétinée en miettes?
Ta voix grave est aussi majestueuse que les montagnes
Tout ce que tu chantes se réalisera
Comme exprimer légalement le dégoût
Comme l'égalité qui s'élève dans une fourmilière
Comme éliminer l'esthétique qui imprègne cet instant et cet endroit
Comme une colère totale
Comme le printemps.
from: Pierre Bonnard
Versión española
Apuntes de Peregrinación
En las miles de formas de oración
me gusta escuchar tu canto.
Lo he estado escuchando, para descifrar la caída
para resistir la liberación.
Cantas, mi ofrenda es mi infinita confusión.
Perdóname por no poder distinguir los sueños de las grullas y los cuervos
como no puedo discernir las razones de la inundación
¿Importa el cielo o el más allá?
¿Importa el dique dorado o la dignidad pisoteada en polvo?
Tu voz grave es tan imponente como una cadena montañosa.
Todo lo que cantas se hará realidad
como expresar el disgusto de manera legítima
como el igualitarismo que surge de un hormiguero
como eliminar la estética que impregna este tiempo y lugar
como la ira total
como la primavera.
from: Pierre Bonnard