Chapter 24 pipe
I am a writer's pipe;
look at my face like kavrin
or Abyssinian women,
That is to say, he is a veteran smoker.
When he was in so much pain,
I smoke like a hut
For the farmers who are coming home soon,
Meals are being prepared there.
I hugged and comforted his heart,
A curling blue net
Rising from my flaming mouth,
I shake the medicinal fragrance bursts,
Let his heart be intoxicated,
relieve his mental fatigue.
Translated by Guo Hongan
①The Kaferin people are black people in southeast Africa.
② Today's Ethiopia.
Selected from Lijiang Publishing House (1992)