The Answer

Debasement is the password of the base,

Nobility the epitaph of the noble.

See how the gilded sky is covered

With the drifting twisted shadows of the dead.

The Ice Age is over now,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope has been discovered,

Why do a thousand sails contest the Dead Sea?

I came into this world

Bringing only paper, rope, a shadow,

To proclaim before the judgment

The voice that has been judged:

Let me tell you, world,

I—do—not—believe!

If a thousand challengers lie beneath your feet,

Count me as number thousand and one.

I don't believe the sky is blue;

I don't believe in thunder's echoes;

I don't believe that dreams are false;

I don't believe that death has no revenge.

If the sea is destined to breach the dikes

Let all the brackish water pour into my heart;

If the land is destined to rise

Let humanity choose a peak for existence again.

A new conjunction and glimmering stars

Adorn the unobstructed sky now;

They are the pictographs from five thousand years.

They are the watchful eyes of future generations.

Copyright Credit: "The Answer" by Bei Dao, translated by Bonnie S. McDougall from The August Sleepwalker, copyright © 1988 by Bei Dao. Translation copyright © 1988, 1990 by Bonnie S. McDougall. Used by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.

Source: The August Sleepwalker (New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1990)