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Jike Bu

Call her Suoma

Call her Suoma
in the name of love we share
in the last, this and next life.
Love her—love her breathtaking color
                           from blooming,
the traces she left
in the wind the rain the scorching sun.
Nothing distains her beauty: she is pure
like ice jade
but she is not just pretty and frail.
Her sonorous voice comes from the air,
the revolving stream, the soil.
Love her.
And embrace her barren body
like heaven and earth
and everything that grows on earth
with natural birth and death
in the world even though the world
doesn’t care where the wind blows,
where you’re from what you are or where you’re going.
She has her own garden, her old dream
and her clearly sounding name—
Call her Suoma out loud
like calling yourself.

就叫她索玛

就叫她索玛

就叫她索玛,以众人之爱命名
我们互爱于前世今生和未来
爱她夺人心魄的白里晕染的红
像风像雨像炽热阳光
的痕迹,无损她的美:冰清玉洁
不是谁的小鸟依人的红颜。铿锵之情
来自逆行的空气,以及逆行的水土
也将怀抱它们荒老,像天地、万物
所有自然而然的生和亡。而,
世界从不关心,风朝哪个方向吹
你从哪里来?你是什么?你到哪里去
但她拥有自己的花园和旧梦
还有清澈透亮名字——
就叫她索玛,像是呼喊自己
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Call her Suoma

Call her Suoma
in the name of love we share
in the last, this and next life.
Love her—love her breathtaking color
                           from blooming,
the traces she left
in the wind the rain the scorching sun.
Nothing distains her beauty: she is pure
like ice jade
but she is not just pretty and frail.
Her sonorous voice comes from the air,
the revolving stream, the soil.
Love her.
And embrace her barren body
like heaven and earth
and everything that grows on earth
with natural birth and death
in the world even though the world
doesn’t care where the wind blows,
where you’re from what you are or where you’re going.
She has her own garden, her old dream
and her clearly sounding name—
Call her Suoma out loud
like calling yourself.

Call her Suoma

Call her Suoma
in the name of love we share
in the last, this and next life.
Love her—love her breathtaking color
                           from blooming,
the traces she left
in the wind the rain the scorching sun.
Nothing distains her beauty: she is pure
like ice jade
but she is not just pretty and frail.
Her sonorous voice comes from the air,
the revolving stream, the soil.
Love her.
And embrace her barren body
like heaven and earth
and everything that grows on earth
with natural birth and death
in the world even though the world
doesn’t care where the wind blows,
where you’re from what you are or where you’re going.
She has her own garden, her old dream
and her clearly sounding name—
Call her Suoma out loud
like calling yourself.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Ludo Pieters Gastschrijver Fonds
Hendrik Muller fonds
Lira fonds
J.E. Jurriaanse
Literature Translation Institute of Korea
Partners
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