Black Vacillation
Tang Yaping

Now withered and weak
Now completely submissive
My arrogance has wounded many humble men
My intelligence has wounded many capable persons
My eyes have become an abyss
Blood stream contaminated by misfortune
My milk has turned to bitter tears
My drudgery, the drudgery of gold
Seized by everyone
Surrounded by love
Every night is an abyss
You overcome me as night overcomes the firefly
My soul will change into a smoke-cloud
My corpse, all submission, will sink
Into black vacillation.