A dragonfly wanting to cling
A dragonfly darting here and there
A dragonfly of sweetness
Perching on a maiden抯 chest
While each silent trumpet of woodbine
Exudes its breath toward the starry sky
Only because of these glinting wings
Has love endured so long on this land
6
Were the land to lose the sound of golden wings beating
Were the land to lose the sound of friendship calling
This world would be a desolate world
This land would be a desolate land
What could plunge people into greater hopelessness?
What could make people more sorrowful than this?
7
Human beings are crafting the protein of life
Human beings are crafting nuclear particles of death
The dove of Picasso
In tandem with a bomber抯 wings
Are flying over mankind抯 head
Over the plain they fly
Over high mountains they fly
Over streams and rivers they fly
Over nameless hidden valleys they fly
Our old one has already crafted a myriad loves
Our old one has crafted a myriad of suns
Look at the dragonflies flying on golden wings
Toward the native places of each race
8
One day he will quietly pass away
In the name of eternal love his breath will cease
Whereupon a host of lovely dragonflies
Flashing their brilliant golden wings
Will fly in arcs above his tranquil skull
The song-loving Nuosu of this land
Will bear away his earthly remains
Away, towards the ageless undying sun
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