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Every song

Every song
is the remains
of love.

Every light
the remains
of time.
A knot
of time.

And every sigh
the remains
of a cry.

Mây khói tinh xảo khoe sắc màu.
Tinh tú gửi lại nỗi sầu đau.
Muôn trùng sông Ngân thầm đưa bước.
Gió vàng sương ngọc thu gặp nhau.

Muôn kiếp thế gian sao thể sánh,
Tình mềm như nước, hẹn như mơ.
Lối về Ô Thước sao mà khó.
Lòng mãi sáng tỏ, thân mãi chờ.

Tiết trời nay lạnh giá,
Điêu linh đâu dám từ.
Sóng cồn xô ngó yếu,
Sương sa nặng cành mềm.
Còn lá, cá đùa giỡn,
Không hoa, bướm bỏ đi.
Rễ kia còn chưa chết,
Có ngày lại xanh tươi.

The thawing season

With a crack the ice breaks.
Our long waiting is over now.
It’s the spring with pussy willows
which open their drowsy eyes.
By sunshine, silence has been shocked;
flower buds bloom ruddily

In front of the waterfall

Whether you fly like the birds,
or you disperse as droplets,
do not speak too casually
that it is your liberty.
Hush your mouth, if you haven’t fallen
directly from so high

To communicate well

The stone means that all goes well,
so I brought it onto my desk.
Passing by it, I greet the stone
with my eyes, to communicate.
Truthfulness means becoming one
to show the truth so obviously

The first outing

Unfolding spring scenery,
a bird beats its wings briskly.
With a dream of flying high,
the young bird soars into the air.
Inner leaves shoot out of tall trees,
hanging down from the clouds.

The 15th of the first lunar month

The sun shines on clear small veins,
making me feel exhilarated.
Like breaking nuts on the big day,
I open spring from the nutshell.
The full moon rises early, too,
as if to grant all my wishes.

Cliffside glass path - At Mt. Tyenmeon

The sky is far above the clouds;
below the path, there’s a steep cliff.
I walk barefoot on the glass path,
like floating high in mid air.
My life too seems to be weightless;
my shoulders heave as I walk.