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