Self-portrait

Self-portrait

From your eyes, I know that you suffer from insomnia.
From your insomnia I surmise that you're composing your poems.

Your well-pruned eyebrows suggest unyielding wings——What sort of pain has scorched them?

But the iron jaws still bite hard with the resolve,
And the resolve itself bites hard the enemy.

自画像

看眼睛知道你失眠，
从失眠测定你构想的诗篇。

修眉是不甘收敛的翅膀棗
有甚么样的痛苦将它灼伤？

但铁颚依旧紧咬着决心，
而决心又始终紧咬着敌人。