DECAYED LEAVES
No sooner had the rain started than the birds stopped flapping their wings
Which grain of salt has become sweet with love
Coming from afar the floating tune
Thousands of sails were fluttering over the solitary gulf.
Then one night the soul was fallen apart
The old birds might have been behind the Heaven’s end
The sleepless nights with tossings and turnings in the bed
Have closed the dream of loving and being loved
A tiny petal was flying up from the dark pit
A drop of tear was wrapped in the mid air cloud
An angel was chanting
I was late in spitting out the blood after getting drunk
Then one day I slept on a foreign land
And my soul was bobbing up and down with the waves
The drops of tear of yours came out
Like those of sadness pouring down on a leaf
The primitive leaf numbed with coldness of the prison cell
Bending the body to clearly listen to the quick sound of the life
Shattering at a nightfall flickering the countenance of a beautiful lady
A kindness, a religious blue chant
In a grain of wind being silently sad, as sad as its old land!
*translated by Nguyen Xuan Hung
TO MAC GIANG
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.Updated: 19.01.2009.
