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
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 aloewood 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
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
Our
staunch souls perfumed with white lotus scent,
Oh
universe! our love of native land is so deep and
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