Chapter 37 Hungry Bastion

Hungry Bastion Here is the ruins of a city that was once was a cradle, now it's a tomb An extinct nation is buried: only "mercy" Weeping for the broken ship on the wave of death; Here stands the bastion of hunger. It was built upon the families of the prisoners, and they all Thirst for bread and gold and bloodshed: and crime The associated "pain" stirs the fire of life, Until the lamp oil runs out, or stops due to spilling. The fortress stands surrounded by sacred palaces and towers; every house of marble, The pavilion that shades every solitary fortune, The temple with bronze doors, and the weather-proof

The cloister under the cloudy skies of Italy, All pale under the fort:--they are lone And preserve itself—thus the world is desolate; as if there was a ghost surrounded by fear Passing by a group of beautiful girls quietly, It is the most beautiful, like concentrating their beauty reflected; it sucked their hair, their colors and the life in their eyes and all their mistakes, until they were petrified. 1820 Translated by Cha Liangzheng