Rings in the sands

Written for Wai Ching ( Dance), Amit ( drum) and Samuel ( Pi Pa) in
the performance for Poetry slam @ Union Square, Singapore
写给九月在Union Square的肚皮舞，中东手鼓和中国琵琶的联合演出
Wai Ching (肚皮舞belly dance), Amit (中东手鼓drum) and Samuel (中国琵琶Pi Pa)
for Poetry Slam, Singapore

Veils, floating veils,
flew in the silent and frozen air,
red, soft, and full of the sight.
Her ethereal movements in the weak light,
concealed the mystery of this desert.
The prelude was sung by the solo dancer's moves,
so remote, so lonely, so vague…
till she steamed up the ancient glory,
in her deep and enchanting eyes!

Listen, the drum beat up from the distant middle east;
listen, the Pi Pa cords told the seasons of Yellow River,
and the dancer, bridged the frontiers in her fluctuations.
The ages of sands flew from her finger tips.
The restrained grace of middle east glowed in her embrace.
The flashes of joining the east civilizations,
blossomed surrounding her steps!

In her veils,
in her moves,
in her deep eyes,
danced a world, that was lost thousands of years ago.
The laughs of the tradesmen,
mingled with the swift rings of the camel bells.
The sands of the silk road were immersed underneath,
the illusional sea and towers in the sun!
Drums beats and Pi pa cords, splashed,
the shower of dews into the sands,
through her veils.

荒漠响铃

面纱，飘舞的面纱
流动在凝固般寂静的空气里
鲜红，轻柔，弥满视线
在微弱的光线里，她飘渺的舞姿
隐藏了这荒漠的神秘之限
舞娘的婆娑奏起了序幕
如此遥辽，僻远，茫然，
直到她燃起那远古的荣耀
在她谜一般的曼妙双眼

听，远远响起的那幽远的中东的鼓声
听，琵琶的丝弦上流淌着经年的黄河
舞娘的旖旎淡去了荒辽的国疆
沙砾的史篇从她的手指尖源源流述
茧缚的中东柔韵在她的怀抱里释放
东方古老文明交会的点点欣喜星光
绽放在她飞扬的轻盈舞步之间

在她的面纱里
在她的舞步里
在她深邃的眼眸里
一个世界起舞了----
那千年前丢失的古老文明苏醒了
商人的笑声交织在驼铃的轻快悠扬中
丝路的沙砾浸融在海市蜃楼的光线里
鼓声，弦声，溅起满天的沁人甘露
飘落出她的盈盈霓裳
消融在荒漠里