My hands touched the grassland,
The dark and lonely
daughter of the night.

I spread the hay for myself;
Daughter of the night,
I for thee too.

The shepherd girl opened herself up --
A dark sheep
crouching at your belly.

Such warm fire-red rocks
Lying on the couch-wagon, so tenderly
the moon-shaped horse, entered
the bottom of the sea.

In one night, the grassland became so
Distant, so thick, and so
mysterious. So did the sea.

In one night, the grass sprawled
Low, you and I
were the sheep in the grass.

( 1988.11.20 by Haizi )