Both of us

Please think again, think carefully

We should be more than just friends

If you use friendship to weigh those days

It's better to simply forget each other

We both

It's better to carve your palm prints on the quicksand

Since the last time the rapeseed flowers were as dazzling as gold everywhere

bloom

The rebellious dog's pupils are swollen and blood-red

Since the last long night I was deeply stung by a siren

We both have been clumsily covering up what happened.

You are convinced that I will strictly guard the secret you buried under the ginkgo tree

Although nothing born of woman can kill you

But there is no need to emphasize that nothingness has always been you

Lithograph Motif

My knuckles are deformed from the weight

Wisteria, green snake and my braid

tightly entangled

Be careful not to soil your cassocks

Looking forward to every month in July

You like boating on rough water

Praise the moon unrestrainedly

And I would rather point the way forward

Insensitive buildings

Get out of the way, don't block our moonlight

We both

from: Marc Chagall

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

I am ashamed to define the relationship between you and me. All I can say is that we are more than just friends.

The past is heavy, sinking at the bottom of the black lake that has lost its blue, waiting for fermentation, degeneration, transpiration, and sublimation. What I smell is not just the single smell of friendship.

We have witnessed the most gorgeous scenery together and experienced the wildest escape together. I give you my most deadly loyalty, and you give me your most heart-wrenching trust.

Until my death, I will carry your darkest secrets; until my death, you will kill all the unbearable enemies for me.

The two of us have such a tacit understanding that the various forms transformed by the use of magic have already been understood by each other without the need for words.

I am the pen you use when creating printing plates, and you are the staff I use when traveling through mountains and rivers. If you hold me, all things will dance and be born like a dragon. If I hold you, the world will be conquered by you and me in the ups and downs of my feet.

With you by my side, I will never have the moonlight to myself.

At the same time, we also provide translated English, German and French versions of the poem, and maintain the original style and rhythm of the poem to the greatest extent during the translation process.

When reading, readers can also feel the uniqueness and commonality of the poem in different language contexts.

English Version

The two of us

Ponder once more, do think it through

More than just friends, me and you.

If mere camaraderie defines our days

We both

Let's forget, go our separate ways.

Or inscribe our palms on shifting sands

Since the last golden bloom o'er lands.

Rebel canines, with pupils in angry hue

Since sirens pierced nights and through.

We've clumsily masked our chance rendezvous

You believe the secrets 'neath ginkgo, I keep for you.

Though no mortal can threaten or harm you, 'tis true

Yet emptiness has always been the motif you drew.

My fingers warp from burdens they keep

Wisteria, serpents, and braids, they entwine deep.

Beware, lest your robes by my closeness are stained

At full moon in July, your fondness remained.

You'd row 'cross restless waters, praising the night's glow

While I'd rather direct at the numb structures below

"Move aside, do not shadow the moonlight we know."

from: Marc Chagall

Deutsche Version

Wir beide

We both

Bitte denk nach, denk genau nach

Wir sollten mehr als Freunde sein.

Wenn du die Tage mit Freundschaft misst

Besser wir vergessen uns ganz.

Besser im fließenden Sand unsere Handlinien zu gravieren

Seit dem letzten Mal, das Rapsfeld so golden strahlte

Die rebellischen Hunde mit blutroten Augen.

Seit der letzten langen Nacht, tief durch den Alarm gestochen

Haben wir uns stümperhaft vor diesem Treffen versteckt.

Du bist sicher, dass ich dein Geheimnis unter dem Ginkgo bewahren werde

Obwohl kein Kind einer Frau dich töten kann

Betonen, dass die Leere immer dein Hauptthema war.

Meine Fingerknöchel verformen sich unter der Last

Wisteria, grüne Schlange und mein Zopf sind eng verflochten.

Vorsicht, beschmutze nicht deine Robe

Wenn der Vollmond im Juli kommt

Liebst du es, auf den unruhigen Gewässern zu fahren

Den Mond unverhohlen zu loben

Aber ich bevorzuge es, auf die gefühllosen Gebäude vor uns zu zeigen

Weg da, blockiere nicht unser Mondlicht.

We both

from: Marc Chagall

Version française

Nous Deux

Pense encore, pense bien profond

Ne sommes-nous que simples amis au-delà?

Si tu mesures nos jours en amitié fond

Mieux vaut nous oublier, c'est la loi.

Grave plutôt nos lignes de main dans le sable

Depuis le dernier champ de colza étincelant

Les yeux rouges des chiens, en rébellion s'établent

Depuis la dernière nuit, par sirènes percée tant.

Nous avons caché maladroitement cette rencontre

Tu es sûr que je garderai ton secret sous le ginkgo

Aucun né de femme ne pourrait te surmonter, en montre

Mais nul besoin de dire que le néant est ton écho.

Mes doigts se déforment sous le poids, en torsion

Le wistéria, le serpent vert, mes tresses sont entrelacés

Attention, ne tache pas ton robe sacrée, en vision

Chaque pleine lune de juillet, tu aimes naviguer.

Sur des eaux agitées, louant la lune, sans retenue

We both

Moi, je préfère montrer les bâtiments insensibles

Dégagez-vous, ne bloquez pas notre lune, vue continue.

from: Marc Chagall