GREAT WALL

GREAT WALL

 

On this wall,

The stones mourn throughout the circulation

Time and change from season to season

Not water, the glue between the stones that are arranged

But the blood of losers

they were defeated by the sword

unsheathed and the echo of the trumpet

the voice echoed from the emperor's palace

when the workers have to kneel

at the foot of the dynasty's banner.

The farmers huddled on the side of the wall

So that every morning the birds sing

tells the story of the king's concubines who farm

No sweat among the flowers

 

On this wall,

I know strength and glory

Ancestral endurance and resilience

the valor of the knights on horseback

beauty, splendor and sorrow

Which is decorated with sobs in silence

The padri wrote the holy book of civilization

With love and blood ink

He also wrote prose tales of kings and commoners

While counting the blood flow

Which drips from between the stone walls

I was stunned with Putu

He then drew a pen and made a sketch

About a piece of the story of the great wall.

 

On this wall.

The rocks snake so long and far

Read from my viewing record

struggle, loyalty, and open wounds

a reminiscence of history that is eternal in every heart

and will not fade over time

even though there are no longer any old stories left about

history of the Qin Dynasty, Han Dynasty and Ming Dynasty

but who keeps the dream of tomorrow

tucked away in the green hills of the North side

the mysterious love story of the emperor's daughters. The smell

stored at the gates of Shanhaiguan and Jiayuguan

her tears, perhaps still wet her huma

In rhythm with the rotation, rising and setting of the sun

 

Beijing 2012-Denpasar2022.