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FAREWELL IN BELGRADE
——To Vaska
Popa
Sunset by the ancient castle, by chance
a cup of wine
For farewell, for us just meeting each other.
Just a cup of wine, perhaps we shall never
see each other;
But we pledge each other: When shall we meet again?
I shall be going to the other side of
the mountains
and seas;
I shall be going to the other horizon.
I am just a leaf blown over to your side
By a sudden gust of wind.
Just a sudden gust of wind; a ripples
spread
Over the River Save, a plash of waves.
Many chances in human life, but not all
accidental;
I do not believe in Fate, but I believe in chance.
You sang a song of joy, but tinged with
sadness;
You sang a song of sorrow but tinged with joy.
Perhaps the world is small;
Tomorrow I shall be on the other side of the globe.
1981 May-June
(Translated by Yang Xianyi)
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