As a follower of Yeats, I pray for you.
I wish I could pick a sparkle of wisdom from a Nebula,
Let it fuse into your sparkling eyes,
Dropping a tear for dust.
I wish a jade-like stream flowing from the Milky Way could seep through your mouth.
Leave you sighing and boundless.
Someday you will sweep past an icy gaze and a pained smile in a Chinese ruin.
Someday you will come across a stream burning with righteous ardor,
exhaling five-thousand years of history.
Translated from the Chinese by the author.