To say these poems are a translation would be inaccurate, at least if one understands "translating" in its most traditional sense: being guarantor and architect of a provisional bridge between two languages. Since I don't know Chinese, my versions offer no guarantees—nor pretensions—of authenticity. Still, I consider them authentic: beyond the record of a crisis, they are the fruit of desire that is sometimes called faith. - Ezequiel Zaidenwerg