“All” by Bei Dao [trans. Donald Finkel and Xueliang Chen] (literature text, p. 218)
All is fated,
all cloudy,
all an endless beginning,
all a search for what vanishes,
all joys grave,
all griefs tearless,
every speech a repetition,
every meeting a first encounter,
all love buried in the heart,
all history prisoned in a dream,
all hope hedged with doubt,
all faith drowned in lamentation.
Every explosion heralds an instant of stillness,
every death reverberates forever.
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