Long Missing Conscience Poem by Yiyan Han
Long Missing Conscience
To all the brave hearts of conscience
Written in Chinese as shown in the image
by Lioness in Nanking,2018-1-16
Translated by Yiyan Han (c) ,2018-01-20
Please note that the name of "Wang Quanzhang", one of the well known Chinese human rights lawyers, in the original verses has been changed to "Conscience", without the author's permission, in an attempt to make this poem of universal appeal. The title, preface, and the last verse are added by the translator.
Where're you? Conscience
We ask mountain, and it replies
In your collective hearts
We ask ocean, and it replies
In your collective memories
We ask God, and He distressingly says
In the tyranny of crackdowns
Where're you? Conscience
We again ask the mountain, and it quaveringly utters
Why don't you make the fear tremble
We again ask the ocean, and its furious wave cries
Why don't you make the violence shed tears
We again ask God, and the atomized Heaven echoes
Why don't you make the dictatorship fall in hush
O, the long missing conscience
Your warm laughter is kept in your wife's diaries
Your loving presence is engraved on the heart of your daughter's
Your braveness and fearless are in your friends' minds
The whirling mountain wind is calling
Come home! Conscience
The bursts of ocean waves are roaring
Come home! Conscience
The whizzing snow is out crying
Come home! Conscience
O, please do come home! Human consciousness
Don't ever run away from our hearts
Conscience is a word enshrined on the human soul, written into the human heart with compassion seeds, written into our eyes with healing tears of empathy, written into the inner ear with echo I will love comfort you, written into the mind with guilt to instant slay evil thoughts, written into hands that must help all passing strangers in need, this is the soul song of conscience gifting peace harmony.
O, the long missing conscience Your warm laughter is kept in your wife's diaries Your loving presence is engraved on the heart of your daughter's Your braveness and fearless are in your friends' minds.........great expression! A very commendable piece of work!
I wrote the poem 'Conscience Is A Perfect Word', inspired by the poem 'Long Missing Conscience', by the poet Yiyan Han and dedicated to the poet Yiyan Han.
Conscience Sows Compassion Seeds conscience is a word enshrined on the human soul written into the human heart with compassion seeds written into our eyes with healing tears of empathy Inspired by the poem 'Long Missing Conscience' by the poet Yiyan Han. Dedicated to the poet Yiyan Han.
Conscience Whispers Into The Inner Ear written into the inner ear with echo I will love comfort you written into the mind with guilt to instant slay hurtful thoughts written into hands that must help all passing strangers in need Inspired by the poem 'Long Missing Conscience' by the poet Yiyan Han. Dedicated to the poet Yiyan Han.
Conscience Is The Soul Song this is the soul song of smiling enchanting eternal beauty this is the soul song of happiness health regeneration reality this is the soul song of conscience gifting peace harmony Inspired by the poem 'Long Missing Conscience' by the poet Yiyan Han. Dedicated to the poet Yiyan Han.
There is a reason to read 'Long Missing Conscience' by Yiyan Han, engaging in themes of nature, because nature challenges wisdom locked within the soul. This poem stirs too many memories to mention, to comment on; so I choose only one image. 'We again ask God, and the atomized Heaven echoes' Read 'Lemmings Into The Sea' and consider the consequences of that echo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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We may ask the mountain, an ocean, God where conscience is. Even a simple plum can give an answer. The Plum Tree Lies fell from your lips like plums from an over laden plum tree. Soon they littered the ground beneath us. I could not help but stand on some. Copyright © Terence George Craddock
A what an interesting metaphor, plum! Thank you very much Terry for your wonderful comments here - much appreciated your thoughts. Kind regards and best wishes, Yiyan
Thank you very much, Terry, for your comments! Like your metaphor of plum. Kind regards and best wishes. Yiyan