THE SEVENTH MONTH
Lunar Seventh Month is already back!
two lovers may meet for only one night!
Milky Way’s Bridge suddenly sinks away
behind rain and tears in a pitiful plight?
the Seventh Month with pleasing prayers
have gone the deceased dear?
they still in the earth’s womb, the Hades,
freed as the fall leaves into the atmosphere?
the Seventh Month, how piteous the leaves
were so green as not thought to change
then turn purple by a few rain drops
the purple fades as the elements disarrange.
the Seventh Month I go out to seek a bit
rose sunlight as to follow the birds’ flight;
over the mountaintop a curtain of mist:
am afraid to be obliterated in the cloudy sight!
the Seventh Month, oh honey! a whisper...
any word only means just my heart to wring.
could that not be so smooth as a breeze
Very soft, very sweet as the coming of spring.
Translation by THANH-THANH