為人進出的門緊鎖著，
為狗爬出的洞敞開著，
一個聲音高叫著：
——爬出來吧，給你自由！

我渾身血污，
提著鐐銬，
踏著糞土，
走向自由的、大門。

死，
毫無所懼，
假如自由在召喚，
假如信仰在堅持，
那麼，
這死亡，
便是重生！

Song of Imprisonment

by Ye Ting

The gate for men’s passage is tightly barred,
While the hole for dogs to crawl through lies wide open.
A voice cries out:
—“Crawl out! Freedom will be yours!”

But I, with body stained in blood,
Chains on my hands,
Treading on filth,
Shall march toward the great gate of freedom.

Death—
I do not fear it,
So long as freedom calls,
So long as faith endures.
Then this death
Shall be rebirth!