Translated by Brian Holton
the temple is closed
even Ma Ju has time to rest
weíll just have to sit by the sea
and run our own maritime matters
drinking, we face the rolling grey waves
on the bottle gold characters celebrate Macauís return to China
todayís weather is unsettled: cloudy or clear
when dusk comes itís a little stifling
the beer is cold enough
but canít slake our thirst
why are the distant hills split in half?
those plants drifting on the water
can they be leaves in self-banishment?
when, through layered clouds,
will break bright starlight?
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