Even at those moments of utter tranquility
I could still sense
The desires that it inspires
Crawling all over my soul
And provoking the waves of the storm
Even at those moments when strolling freely
I could still perceive
The impulses that it arouses
Racing inside my body
With the intention to drive my two legs
To run at a crazy speed
Even at those moments of sweet and peaceful sleep
I could still discover
The meditations that it triggers
Haunting my mind
And subjecting my dreams to night-long insomnia
Oh, now I realize
That for so many years
Dictated by the magic power of the rhythm of my tribe
I have written with my right hand
Poetry about the Yi people
In stanzas of faint melancholy
