[Poem] the Sun of Arles - To My Lanky Brother (by Hai Zi)

To the south 

To the south 

No lover and spring in your blood

No moon

Not even enough bread

Less friends 

But a group of children of agony, devouring all 

The lanky brother Van Gogh, ah Van Gogh

What’s sprouting intensively from underground

Reckless as volcano

are Chinese fir and cornfield 

or is that you 

shooting the unwanted time of living

truly, it takes only one of your eyes to light up the world

yet you take to using the third, the sun of Arles

burning the starry sky into a harsh river

making the earth swirl in flame

raising the yellow trembling hand, sunflower

inviting those who pulled the chestnuts out of fire

don’t again paint the olive garden of Jesus

paint the reaping of olives 

paint the violent flame

taking place of the old man in heaven

wash clean lives 

red-haired brother, drink up the vermouth 

then ignite the fire 

burn

阿尔的太阳 * ——给我的瘦哥哥

到南方去 到南方去 你的血液里没有情人和春天 没有月亮 面包甚至都不够 朋友更少 只有一群苦痛的孩子，吞噬着一切 瘦哥哥凡·高，凡·高啊 从地下强劲喷出的 火山一样不计后果的 是丝杉和麦田 还是你自己 喷出多余的活命的时间 其实，你的一只眼睛就可以照亮世界 但你还要使用第三只眼，阿尔的太阳 把星空烧成粗糙的河流 把土地烧得旋转 举起黄色的痉挛的手，向日葵 邀请一切火中取栗的人 不要再画基督的橄榄园 要画就画橄榄收获 画强暴的一团火 代替天上的老爷子 洗净生命 红头发的哥哥，喝完苦艾酒 你就开始点这把火吧 烧吧