LIKE A MOUNTAIN, HE SITS



(to the poet Lo Cao Nhum)


I.

He sits –
like a mountain
The sun
rolls
over
the stream,
rolls
over
the sorrow
the happiness.
The waves sound splashing.

II.

He sits –
like a mountain
His wife and his children
whisper
to his ears
the brandy of the mountain has the soul
the floor of the moon has the eyes
and the spirit is hiding shakingly in the wine's yeast

III.

He sits –
like a mountain
puffing deeply at
rustic tobacco
the white clouds are floating.

IV.

He sits –
like a mountain
saves up the lights
saves up the pens
saves up the sentences.

Chuyển ngữ 20.3.2008








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