Will there really be a "Morning"?

Is there such a thing as "Day"?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?

 

Has it feet like Water lilies?

Has it feathers like a Bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard?

 

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!

Oh some Wise Men from the skies!

Please to tell a little Pilgrim

Where the place called "Morning" lies!

 

 It is intriguing to read this poem as a yearn for the joy of day that will relieve us from the perpetual darkness. To interpret something so magnificent as a morning or a day, would she have to become bigger, or as she puts it, a mountain? With no sensory experience of the day, she is forced to use childish language and concepts, attempting to appreciate something she could never understand. Further on in the poem, she is kindly asking the best knowledgeable scholars, the most daring adventurers and the wisest men to locate morning on one of their carefully constructed maps. We are all pilgrims on a journey to find the true meaning or purpose to our lives. 

 

是否真有“黎明”？

是否真有“白天”？

我能否从山上看见

假如我高及山巅？

 

它是否像睡莲有根须？

它是否像鸟儿有羽毛？

它是否来自闻名国度

此前我未曾听人提到？

 

啊，哪位学者！啊，哪位水手！

啊，哪位天上的贤明！

请告诉一位小小的朝圣者

哪里有个地方叫“黎明”！