THE
DAY
THAT
WENT DOWN LATE
At
this turning point, “Hey, butterflies!” asked I
(Busy
playing with flowers they ignored me thereby),
Then,
“Virgin forest!” (It kept silent). And I passed
In the mountain wind which was whizzing that fast.
I
looked at the poor trunks of old trees fallen to rot,
Felt
compassion for things in decay like my own lot.
I
raised my voice to call out humans (if there to be),
The birds and beasts made haste to flee from me.
The
immense jungle to a standstill seemed eased;
I
went astray for my inmost feelings to be appeased.
The
inanimate spring sank deep into a quiet sleep;
The wild coolish orchid of nature stayed to creep.
“Wait,
oh twilight!” in my heart choked my pray,
I
suddenly felt pity for the sun of that still late day...
Translation by THANH-THANH