OUR
FIRST KISS
When
my lips landed on yours to kiss the first time,
The
little cicadas out of their wits startled in chime.
Around
was blue garden, green grass, yellow noon;
Thousands
of flamboyants blossomed as a boon.
On
our lips millions of roses seemed to bloom;
Sky
and earth unanimously suffused with a boom.
Somewhere,
everywhere clanged peals of laughter:
That
day’s kiss has so existed everlasting thereafter.
Today
I suddenly recollect it to compassionate her;
The
old season’s cicada sound fell on my shoulder.
Yellow
noon, green grass, blue garden – so
stanch,
Her
lips ripening like flamboyants on the old branch.
Translation by THANH-THANH