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Mr. Yu Guangchong, one of the greatest poets in modern China, passed away yesterday at 90. In memory of him, I venture myself into translating one of his masterpieces "當我死時", with great respect. (How dare I? Mr. Yu himself is an English-majoring graduate from NTU. But I just couldn't help myself.) Again, my translation is just a piece of translation, not an English poem, not even close.
When I die, bury me, rest my head, and cover my hoary hair with black soil at somewhere in between the Yangzi and the Yellow.
In this heavenly Central Kingdom, the most beautiful and maternal land, I shall slumber away eternally, nestled against the whole, immense motherland, amid the everlasting requiems sung from both roaring, easterly rivers. I will be the most spoilt and pampered child who will have laid on this most spacious bed, which will let a contented soul rest and meditate forever.
Time was when a Chinese young man tried to watch from frozen Michigan in westerly direction at night, hoping to see the dawn of China through darkness. With his insatiable eyes devouring maps for seventeen years, he had travelled from West Lake to Great Lake, till partridge-swarmed Chongqing, as the odyssey of his homecoming.
P.S. Reports said Mr.Yu's another great poem "鄉愁" had been selected as a selection in elementary school or junior high both in China's Mainland and Taiwan. But I really doubt it is still now in Taiwan. BTW, may I suggest that bereaved Mrs. Yu, his families, and China government, working all together, to help Mr. Yu fullfil his will as wished in subject poem.
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