Your Poet This Morning

Kuingin selalu dekatmu nikmati mentari

Membawamu ke puncak bahagia

Kuingin selalu dekatmu sepanjang hidupku

Mendekapmu di bawah cahaya

Cahaya Mu pagi ini menghangatkan

Ketika selalu ingin memeluk mu

Di saat itulah kita makan roti tawar gula pasir

Meskipun mawar itu sudah kering

tapi aku selalu memberimu mawar

biar engkau tahu sungguh anggun dirimu memakai baju merah

Qiu Jin Poetry

Autumn wind, autumn rain — they make one die of sorrow.

Qiu Jin Asking

forthright. When she happened to meet benighted ones, she would confront them head-on, leaving little room for compromise. People often held this against her. Some even compared her to Sophia [Perekovskaya] and Madame Roland. She would answer [to such appellations] without much thought.
(Quoted in Hu Ying, “Writing Qiu Jin’s Life: Wu Zhiying and Her Family Learning,” Late Imperial China, December 2004)