THE
WINDY SKY
Let
me paint all in this picture, the windy sky,
The
leaven of love that once ascended the throne high.
I
caringly caress while drawing the spray of benignity;
Smiles like flowers on lips keep blooming in dignity.
My
affection for the Muse, for the moving space,
Ten
buds of painstaking fingers melodiously interlace,
As
if toasting in a drinking bout, what friendship tender!
Even on one occasion, how it seems forever to gender!
I
have come here in the North-East penetrating cold
To
miss each drop of yellow dry sun in my country old,
With
modest luggage, the memory of that evening party
Suffused with nostalgia I send to you wrapped, hearty.
I
paint the picture of my lover in the windy firmament,
And
myself to sit here to count my solitude permanent,
The
wild bird upon a time straying from life’s feast,
Darling! Let me confide to you this fervid twilight yeast.
Translation by THANH-THANH