Poetry needs bards who sing for it sincerely
Poetry needs warriors who fight and dedicate their lives to it
Wang Fa was born on March 21, 1946, in Fuxing Village, Tangyuan County, Heilongjiang Province. His ancestral home is Chengliushe, Jiujing Township, Gaomi City, Shandong Province. He is one of the founders of the Northeast folk poetry journal Eyes. He once served as Editor-in-Chief of Chinese Poetry School Network, Director of the Channel Department of World Poetry Network, Chief Editor of Hong Kong poetry Journal School, Chief Editor of Changchun-based poetry journal Sun Pavilion, and poetry critic for the poetry column of Special Zone Literature. Currently, he holds the position of Chief Editor of the poetry journal Silverlight. He has published the poetry collection Tigers Roam in the Northeast and resides in Changchun, Jilin Province.
王法，1946年3月21日出生于黑龙江省汤原县复兴村。祖籍山东高密九敬乡城律社。东北民刊《眼睛》创始人之一。曾任中国诗歌流派网总编辑、世界诗歌网频道部总监、香港《流派》诗刊主编、中国长春《太阳阁》诗刊主编、《特区文学》（读诗专栏）诗评人。现任《白银》诗刊主编。出版诗集《东北有虎》居吉林长春。
Translated by Ma Yongbo
Overthrow Shameless Poetry
Stepping out of the building
To breathe the open wind
My soul instantly feels light and free
As if untied from tight fetters
Those confined daily lives
Are left locked in a narrow space
I cast aside mediocre poets and hollow verses
A muddled, chaotic world
That has shattered countless peaceful days
Let shameless poetry vanish away
Once elegant and sacred titles
Are trampled underfoot by swindlers, career chasers
And men devoid of all decency
Sorrow lingers everywhere
A poet is a warrior, not a ruffian nor a merchant
Give poetry back to its essence!
Restore pure sky, azure seas
Wings free to soar, and fighting spirits
Step aside, you petty schemers and pretenders
You shall perish alongside tarnished fake verses
Poetry needs bards who sing for it sincerely
Poetry needs warriors who fight and dedicate their lives to it
《打倒无耻的诗歌》
从楼里面走出来
到外面吹一吹风
灵魂顿觉十分轻松
仿佛刚刚被松了绑
那些锁屏了的生活
被留在一个小小的空间里
一些诗人和诗歌也被置于脑后
那是一个乱马营花的世界
搅乱了多少宁静的生活
让无耻的诗歌滚开吧
那么优雅、神圣的名称
正被一群骗子、野心家和
无耻之徒们践踏
伤痛无处不在
诗人是战士而不是暴徒和商贩
还我诗歌！
还我洁净的天空蔚蓝的海洋
自由翱翔的翅膀和战斗的灵魂
放手吧宵小和混子们
你们必将和被玷污了的伪诗一起消亡
诗歌需要真正为它歌唱的诗人
诗歌需要真正为它战斗和献身的战士
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Subtraction of One Soul
Subtract affectation and pretense
Subtract withered and decaying leaves
Subtract outdated masks
To grasp relief, rapture, or even agony
These years, old maladies pile up abound
Heavy materiality bends my spine downward day by day
I might as well cast off this false, fetid flesh
Leaving only a lonely soul behind
Entrusted to the wind, to freedom and unrestrained wildness
To be reborn into an authentic world
《一个人的减法》
减去装腔作势
减去枯叶败叶
减去阵旧的面具
以求获得轻松、快感、抑或痛
这些年沉疴太多
沉重的物化日益压弯着脊梁
索性连这付虚假、酸臭的皮囊也减去
只留下孤独的灵魂
托付给风、托付给自由和放浪
去投胎一个本真的世界
***
The Predestined Fate
To pass someone by chance
Is never a destined fate.
A pigeon flies over your head
While white clouds drift on in solitude still.
At the river’s bend
A frog’s croak always lies in wait.
I wonder if life has deceived you
Or
You have deceived life instead.
Some are gone while others linger on.
Destiny ever seeks hollow excuses among mortals
That can never hold true.
When wind sweeps across the river bend
The long-awaited frog croaks surge forth at last.
《定数》
偶然与一个人擦肩而过
并非命中的定数
一只鸽子从你的头顶飞过
白云依然孤独地飘
在河流的拐弯处
总会有一只蛙鸣在等待
不知是生活欺骗了你
还是
你欺骗了生活
有的人死了有的人还活着
定数总是试图在人间寻找一些虚伪的借口
难以圆说
当风吹过河湾时
久候的蛙鸣终于漫了上来
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