Chrysogonus' Translation #100 - from Rob Shackne's "Two Poets in China"

Dua Penyair di Cina 

Bagaimana semua suara ini mencapaiku?

Bulan bermuka dua, salah satunya tak berguna

Penyair yang tampak bak pembantu, tukang daging

Tukang sapu, kekasih, perampok

Satu penyair hanyalah pantat kuda, dua penyair adalah kita

Segelas anggur, baju berkerut kusut, senyuman

Bagaimana kau tahu apa yang ia tahu

Melambai pada anak-anak, parade sungai ini

Melampaui seberangan tua, tahun kabisat

Salah satu dari mereka ialah kesalahan, pembunuh

Yang satunya baik-baik saja (ia tampak sakit jiwa)

Mereka kesayanganku, aku berjalan bersama mereka

How did all these voices get into me?

The moon has two faces, one of them useless

A poet who looked like a servant, a butcher

A street sweeper, a sweetheart, a burglar

A poet to be a horse's ass, two poets to be us

A glass of wine, wrinkled clothes, the smiles

How do you ever know what someone knows

Waving at the children, this parade of river

Skipping along the old crossing, the leap year

And one of them was a wrong one, a murderer

And one was alright (he looked mentally defective)

They were dear to me, I travelled with them both.