Joyce Yiming Zhang (Original)
John Rhoades (Translated, English)
Flapping wings carry the peal of bells away,
Tinkling bells are folded into coming wings.
Can lift off in just a moment,
Can linger with four feet on the ground.
Enthusiasm of the heart unfurls,
Two eyes slowly bloom.
Afterwards the flower might wither,
But the desire willfully maintains.
You who seek the ground,
You who forget the ground.
Lips of rice and eagle beak,
You are the day and the night.