THREE POEMS BY TSUN WHA

Translated by Adam Fu

THE SUMMIT OF NIGHT

Filled with dimness floating with dimples
Treading on the rugged drunkenness
We climbed at night

Ridding off your bashfulness thin as the dawn mist
Dragging along my constantly refreshed desire
We work together to interpret the immeasurable
deep secret
Of midnight

Drinking up the thickest concentration of life
Draining the only reality of this life
At the moment the unlimitedly tender night
Sleeps in perpetuity and two separate lonely worlds
In the tunnel of eyesight
Suddenly dash to each other

The low singing up and down
Has revealed incomprehensible metaphor on silence and destruction
Deducting the most primitive sound of nature of existence
The movement of creation of the world
accompanied with stronger and stronger
Rhythm in ancient and vast universe
Rapidly spreads
Indulge in drinking my power?I will restrain my heartbeat jumping like a drum
To let your galloping and irresistible
Volition toward the innermost depth of night
Willfully
　　　　　Flood
　　　　　　　　Over
Hold tight my eyesight hard as the brass horn
The sky at the edge of its limitation has long been
Overloaded and over-drunk
Let the beastlike wildness endeavor to push us toward
The peak of night

With starry light shaken off