看不见的波动

有一种东西，在我
出生之前
它就存在着
如同空气和阳光
有一种东西，在血液之中奔流
但是用一句话
的确很难说清楚
有一种东西，早就潜藏在
意识的最深处
回想起来却有模糊
有一种东西，虽然不属于现实
但我完全相信
鹰是我们的父亲
而祖先走过的路
肯定还是白色
有一种东西，恐怕已经成了永恒
时间稍微一长
就是望着终日相依的群山
自己的双眼也会潮湿
有一种东西，让我默认
万物都有灵魂，人死了
安息在土地和天空之间
有一种东西，似乎永远不会消失
如果作为一个彝人
你还活在世上！

An Invisible Wave     

A kind of thing, which exists
before my birth
It exists
as the air and the sunlight
A kind of thing, which flows in the blood
yet it cannot be explained
with one words
A kind of thing, which always hides
deeply in my consciousness
I have a vague of it
A kind of thing, which isn’t visible
but I am sure
the eagle is my father
However, the road my grandfather has taken
is white indeed
A kind of thing, which, I think, has become an eternity
As time goes by
tears will wet your eyes
even you see the mountains staying with you every day
A kind of thing, which let me tacitly approve
that all living things have souls. When one dies,
he will sleep quietly between the earth and the skies
A kind of thing, which will never die
If you are still alive
as a Yi nationality!