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Category: Poetry
Rating: General
Author: 艾青 Ai Qing
Translator: Donald Wen
As if a train of camels passed through the city
the crowd’s clamour carries the ringing of camel-bells
As if now, the same bazaar remains lively
wagons like flowing water, horses meandering dragons
No, that palace opulent
has fallen into a reach of ruins
A thousand years of sorrow, joy, parting and reunion
Not a trace is to be found
Those who live, live on in good faith
Hope not that the earth shall remember