INQUIRING AFTER FRIENDS
Inquiring after each friend to know that he/she
Is
still there, my mind is inundated with glee.
While
this life is full of wind and waves, brine,
The
underworld is like day-dream, moonshine,
Friends
to be still alive is my wish to satisfy.
Human
bondage is to live and die, live then die;
Thus
the most mutually precious thing is love.
Love
of parents, spouses, friends, all is above:
That
affection is not, never listed for sale
Since
our heart has neither measure nor scale.
A
sentiment no catty can ever gauge or weigh,
So
Love is priceless, its worth none can say.
In
spite of anything on earth, shifty, delusive,
If
we truly like one another, being unobtrusive,
Then
why do we regret a greeting, a salutation?
Let
us give, confer to warm our human relation.
We’d
rather do it late than never, not to wait;
For
affection everybody does want and need
To
love and to be loved by other people indeed.
Let
us express our sentiment, although belated.
You
are still there! I am still here! Well elated!
Because
we still have opportunities to meet,
To
converse, to congratulate, to wish, to greet,
In
full consideration, interest, cordiality, care
For
the past, and for, no! not any future affair!
Forget
it all! Let us only think of the present.
If
our mind is quiet, soul easy, and life pleasant:
You are there! I am here! So, that is happiness!
Translation by Thanh-Thanh