Searching for Cranes

Cattle hidden in the prairie shadows
Bayinbuluke     I have met a rearer of cranes
his beaked neck
his broken-winged brogue
cranes dip into the water’s surface
for nine inverted suns
He makes me feel the prairie
is misses something of itself

The evening indulges itself in vastness
I wait for cranes to burst from his sleeves
I wish another would drop from the sky
narrow-faced, thin-ankled     myself
loved by the rearer of cranes, spurned
and fatuously clinging     
Four cornered wildness     
She has a hundred and eight ways to hide
to find her, he needs only one:
at night in Bayinbuleke
the cranes he’s touched     must all return to roost

寻鹤

寻鹤

牛羊藏在草原的阴影中
巴音布鲁克  我遇见一个养鹤的人
他有长喙一般的脖颈
断翅一般的腔调
鹤群掏空落在水面的九个太阳
他让我觉得草原应该另有模样

黄昏轻易纵容了辽阔
我等待着鹤群从他的袍袖中飞起
我祈愿天空落下另一个我
她有狭窄的脸庞  瘦细的脚踝
与养鹤人相爱  厌弃  痴缠
四野茫茫  她有一百零八种躲藏的途径
养鹤人只需一种寻找的方法：
在巴音布鲁克
被他抚摸过的鹤  都必将在夜里归巢