TZEMIN ITION TSAI

TZEMIN ITION TSAI

If You Still Want To Read My Psalms

Close your eyes

If you still want to read my psalms

There are no tears in them, only the wind which cannot be lighter

Won't dry the marks on your face

Won't dry the marks on your face

Clenched your hands

If you still want to read my psalms

There is no supplication in them, only a tone that cannot be lighter

Can't suppress the pulses in your chest

Can't suppress the pulses in your chest

Wrote down a thousand lines of lyrics

Drank a cup of strong drink

Allow you to donate me two tears generously

There are endless trees and flowers between the paths, but none are willing to take care of parting sorrow

Buying this with two lines of tears, my psalms were falling to the ground like white frost

Enough to cut off the three-day spring breeze

Enough to cut off the three-day spring breeze

Open your eyes!

If you don’t want to read my psalms anymore

There are no tears in them, only the wind which cannot be lighter

There is no supplication in them, only a tone that cannot be lighter

Didn't let tears invade your face

Didn't let this worldly feeling rise and fall in your chest

Ignored the wind in my psalms

Ignored the tune in my psalms 

The Old Beggar

The chrysanthemums on the roadside stream in this small village, there are chickens' tweets came from several families

The rough small bench made several holes in the old beggar's dirty pants

The old yellow dog with scabies on the head guarded his home faithfully

Two bunches of spotted yellow bananas fluttering in the wind

The old beggar with his straight spine

He looked calm and refused to accept any ridicule of others

With both hands, the thin bones are covered with green tendons

Since it was born, it seems that it has never been washed

But his pair of eyes were bright and glowing

From the heart, not ready to compromise with the evening sun

The wrinkles on his face were not missing any

Lips, choked like a sharp knife

Full mouthed yellow teeth witnessed, o old beggar

Bulging cheeks

Bundle self-esteem into a small rolled and pressed it under the tongue

Bitterly tasted for decades, never released

Scraped hair which hanging on half side of his head

This lazy man was hidden in the thatched cottage

Nothing could be sounded from him

Only allowed the silence to occupy the body

How many years had he been silent?

Couldn't hear cold complaints

I sneaked forward and left a copper coin

Tempting old beggar to lean over and picking it up

He didn't lower his head any,

But not afraid of the smile on the corner of his mouth revealed a secret

Problems that do not contain poetic, I couldn't ask

That point of be content with himself, how to exile?

The solitude before self-esteem, shared only with a king?

Dark yellow mountains, small villages without cars, horses and dust

Dark yellow dirt road winding into the flowers, couldn't find again in the wilderness

Dark yellow wind, sand and dust rolling in from the north

Dark yellow hat hanging on the top of the cane against the corner of the wall

Sent a poem to the backwaters of this poor mountain

Dark yellow dust covered his face, the frog drumming and smiling upwards

The old beggar turned into a whole piece of yellow mud

O, yes, the old beggar turned into a whole piece of yellow mud 

An Orchid Standing On The Peak

This will make me feel ashamed

If skin color becomes an issue again

At any time in the future

I am no longer surprised

If someone mentions it again

Inter-ethnic conflict and disagreement

Only reminds me of this sentence

This bridge will not no weaker and no stronger than we the people make it

With a humble smile

He was forgotten in the world that should not be forgotten

and

We could do anything that anybody else could do

I tried to pursue his thinking which belongs to a completely unfamiliar person

In a rational process

Decolonization for the United Nations Charter

The Universal Declaration of Human Rights

Maybe a statement closer to the truth

Although the difference between Eastern and Western cultures, once make me surprised and overwhelmed

He has established a firm foothold in the anti-oppression movement around the world

There are no words available to me to express the sorrow I experience

A turbulent experience has brought peace

He was always mediating

Under the muzzles of some mutinous and very excited soldiers

Except shouting

We must contribute to the solution of a problem on our own doorstep

Is it possible to write a conclusion calmly?

Ralph Bunch: the soul of peace  

TZEMIN ITION TSAI

TZEMIN ITION TSAI Prof. Dr. Tzemin Ition Tsai(蔡澤民博士) was born in Taiwan, in 1957. He holds a Ph.D. in Chemical Engineering and two Masters of Science in Applied Mathematics and Chemical Engineering. He is a scholar with a wide range of expertise, while maintaining a common and positive interest in science, engineering and literatur e. Dr. Tsai is not just an accomplished poet, he is an essayist, novelist, columnist, editor, translator, academic, engineer, mathematician, and so many other things. His literary creation specializes and expertise in the description of nature, the anatomy of emotion and humanity, life writing, graphic writing, cross-domain writing and so on. Dr. Tsai has carried out a number of educational research with the development of teaching materials in his country. He has won many national literary awards. His literary works have been anthologized and published in books, journals, and newspapers in more than 40 countries and translated into more than 20 languages. Tsai is a professor at Asia University(Taiwan), editor of Reading, Writing and Teaching academic text. He also writes the long-term columns for Chinese Language Monthly in Taiwan. There are many famous poets from different countries in the world through his Chinese translations and introductions were able to be recognized by the people of China.