WINTER
in the upper peaceful sphere
Man’s
true heart always
stays in the eternal
cavern clear,
No
foreign continent
can delude the
Oriental sphere.
There
will be a day we
return, as the river
wakes up,
Lean
on bamboo canes to
calmly admire
fatherland dear.
The
long range of
mountains opens, the
moon welcomes,
In
the thatched cottage
of aplomb remain the
loyal chums.
You
tender honey through
the Sun and the Moon
time
Had
to go adrift unaware
of where since the
era of scums!
We
have been longing
for a permanent
spring of life,
The
horses repent, in
the pastures
surrender their
strife.
The
melancholic aloe
wood in infatuated
forests shakes,
The
sunlight warms
fragrant yellow
apricots wakerife.
In
the green monastery
thousand pages of
history cream
Tell
us the million-year
spring filled with a
peaceful dream:
Only
the lower earthly
place gets
transformed in
grief,
Humans
come and go, within
limits their
footprints teem.
In
our innermost we
nurture the
migrating birds’
plight
Craving
for their singing
back on the high
hills in delight.
Our
staunch souls
perfumed with white
lotus scent,
Oh
universe! our love
of native land is so
deep and bright!
As
we put out the fire,
we end all myriad of
abjection;
Tolerance
concepts rise with
the sunshine to
perfection.
Do
you hear the Spring
that has just begun
to exist
In each of our hearts like wonderful flowers of affection?
Translation by THANH-THANH