English
To set the duck snare, father left for the rice paddy long ago The duck, its shadow falling on the hill slope, flies away, On the levee, like a puppy as I call father and cry My temper rises, so too the stream at my back, my father’s shoes and socks and pantleg ties, I cast them all out
On the morning of market day along the wide road in front, the pony following its mother, let it stay with me I beg Pa turns to the street and shouts ----- foaly come ‘ere ----- foaly come ‘ere
Going to chop wood, to put atop pa’s coolie rack, I consider catching hares as we head for the mountain
As I block the hare burrow’s passageway, always the baby rabbits scurry away under my legs I, in my touched and tender state, gather a tearful semblance


