A realm of return - Trinh Cong Son

So many years, I keep on leaving
For nowhere 'til life wears out
On my shoulders the sun and moon
Shine unending through the realm of return

Which words of trees, which of weeds
A night drunken: life so light, the day so short
Spring just fades then summer dies
Early fall I heard horses gallop away

Clouds overhead, sunshine on my shoulders
I take off, the river stays
The demon of love unwittingly calls
Again in me appears the human shadow

I listen to this rain and miss a rain far away
It rains within me in little droplets
In unfathomable time, we are yet to meet
And I still know not a place to call home

Paths in circles, path of ruins
Edge of young grass, edge of ancient dreams
Words in sunset, words of finitude
Words of ocean, of river heard from the spring

On my return I long for my departing
Up in high mounts, out in vast seas
Humanity has yet to open its arms
As the wild wind blows through my youth

Stoned this day long, I cozy up with life in buried sleep
Only to regret, by early dawn, my diurnal youth.

translated by Van Mai
02/2004

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