The Northern Land
When the first glimmer of dawn appears As if heaven and earth have just been separated I see the northern land Immersed in deep sleep Like ancient times.
In the northern land Forests are deep and fathomless Where cycles of life never end Mountain streams clear and light Forever flowing through time and space.
There rests a sacred lake Heaven’s eyes wide open The mist above the pines Is the sadness of the Goddess of Water That will never disperse.
When everything is quiet Only the wind travels freely Creating majestic echoes Throughout the valleys Or whispering gently To the void.
There are also times When angry clouds Circling from the horizon And extending into the mysterious distance Are accompanied by darkening twilight.
At the end of the skies Are the snowy peaks Casting aside the world Standing alone with frozen times.
When the darkness finally descends With stars shining brightly Like the ancient sacred lights That never dim. Oh, my travelers Come sit down under the stars Look up and pray.
Inspired by “A Song for Sweden” - “Du gamla, du fria.” Translated into English from Chinese by Jennifer Zeng
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