CONFUCIUS

I call Your name once every day, studious,

And do not know any more words to do

Than innermostly thank You

Confucius

More than two thousand years ago

You placed my ancestors in confinement

within a restraint camp, oh,

full of enticement

n which each John Doe or Jane Doe

felt so great (not a shibboleth)

while every minute, every mo

all breathed the breath

that was

Yours

We

today

do not yearn for more than a state

of confinement that is fine inside to stay

to be sure that we are really great

We

today

have been so base

astray...

Translation by THANH-THANH