Grandma’s Penghu Bay
I can never grow tired of listening to this feet-tapping song from Taiwan, with its catchy melody and images of sand, sun, surf and an old ship captain. The lyrics are too fast to follow for me to sing along, and almost impossible to translate. After endless rewrites, here’s my final effort that follows the sentiment rather than the exact words:
澎湖灣 澎湖灣 外婆的澎湖灣
陽光 沙灘 海浪 仙人掌 還有一位老船長
Night breeze ripples over Penghu Bay
white surf washes the sandy beach sunlight slants on palm and sea.
Sitting on a low wall by the gate I recall
another sunset long ago on this beach trailed with footprints
Grandma holding my hand as we tramped in the sun
warm and fading towards Penghu Bay
laughing, chatting on our way home in the falling night.
Penghu Bay, Grandma’s Penghu Bay…
those were the days of sun, sand and salt spray,
an old sea captain, a cactus tree in the gloom.