A poem for my unborn daughter

Don’t you forget, my angel,

Not a man you can find

Is absolutely pure.

In this world, dealer so they called.

They through machine-made spectacle

Coax tears and from which gain a lot.

But you are not,

You are tulips and dew

In the early summer.

And beware of the dark clouds

Exhaled from their nostrils — that

You’ll see, it happens sometime. But

Don’t be scared,

But embrace them.

Embrace them with

Your memories about

The fragrance that

You’re endowed with.

And now, open your eyes.

That’s it, they smashed

And, to tell you the truth,

Feeblest.

(A translation of 王大卫 <写给未来的女儿的诗>, selected & alternated)