Zhu Jian
Translated from Chinese by Liang Yujing
Passing by the burial ground,
I see some flickers of light.
A friend tells me
it’s the bones that flash.
I’m starting to think
whether there hides
a noble lamp
in every man’s bones.
For many who humbly
live out their lives,
the lamp is never lit
until after their death.
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