DESOLATION
Going
through the present pass makes me miss the town of old
The
summer hill is so wild, with grass on both sides so bold
From
over there to this place up here
The
brow-like river bridges the two areas to make them near
How
could you have the heart to leave for that place?
I
commiserate the ancient trees that bear the past tears’ trace
The
dune is so deserted, the reeds on the shore so scanty
The
weeds so isolated, waiting for the river water pococurante
The
sky gate has already closed its two door-leaves
Due
to my thoughtful steps, my small feet’ hesitation grieves
Oh,
my dear current, your flow is so peaceful and free
I return the desolation to you, but I also give desolation to me
Translation by THANH-THANH