Words written by Kuan Tao-Sheng (1262-1319) about her love for her husband...a love that began in the Southern Song Dynastic and lasted into the Early Yuan. She was a loving wife and an exceptional writer and artist.
you and i
have so much love,
that it
burns like a fire,
in which we bake a lump of clay
molded into a figure of you
and a figure of me.
then we take both of them,
and break them into pieces,
and mix the pieces with water,
and mold again a figure of you,
and a figure of me.
i am in your clay.
you are in my clay.
in life we share a single quilt.
in death we will share one coffin.
Translated by:
Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung
you and i
have so much love,
that it
burns like a fire,
in which we bake a lump of clay
molded into a figure of you
and a figure of me.
then we take both of them,
and break them into pieces,
and mix the pieces with water,
and mold again a figure of you,
and a figure of me.
i am in your clay.
you are in my clay.
in life we share a single quilt.
in death we will share one coffin.
Translated by:
Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung