屏蔽 ||| |
Hacked and hammered a thousand times,
From the depth of the mountains it comes.
Through hectic heat and frantic flame,
Unperturbed it stays the same.
Flesh and bone to smithereens crushed,
It still is unafraid, unflushed.
For all it desires from its birth,
Is leaving whiteness to this earth.
It was digging
That led me into the world.
What can heating
Do to hurt me, now?
Reduce me to dust, to powder,
I’m not afraid
So long as I remain stainless, and pure.
Song of the Lime
You come out of deep mountains after hammer blows;
Under fire and water tortures you’re not in woes.
Though broken into pieces, you will have no fright;
You’ll purify the world by washing it e’er white.
Song of the Limestone
Thou, having suffer’d countless strikes, come’st out from mountain deep;
Undaunted in the face of falmes which do around thee leap.
Though destin’d to be pulveriz’d thou show’st no sign of fright,
For ‘tis thy wish to leave with th’ world a lily white!