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PHAM MANH VIEN
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FAREWELL, MUSIC
Translated by the author
Alone, I listened to the wind blowing
On the desert and familiar path
Now high, now low, the song was rising
The sad river offered its farewell music
P URIFICATION
Thrown into the sun, my Muse is sleeping
She is sleeping in a diamond sleep
Which purifies her ancient body
The fire has carbonized the narrow frame of poetry
It is vast. it is vast, the sky of the dream!
The subconscious becomes bright as white silk,
My feeling are blue, so are my thoughts.
In the spring forest, phoenixes dance joyously,
Jumping over the rainbow, I welcome again my Muse.
PHAM MANH VIEN
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