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Thanh Thanh

I am fatuous, silly? Still drunk you have grown!
Has love leaven made wine lost and clouds blown?
The moon has never asked why fall forgets its style,
Grass and herbs wither, lose their hue, as in exile!

And then autumn will be absent forever, always?
The wild woods an infinite sea of frost and haze,
The birds will no longer sing/twitter on the hedge,
My vision become blue, I go to the vagabond edge!

Don't weep for others! Continue to cry; no bound!
The three thousand worlds will redound, resound.
Whether your heart feels a biting cold, do not fear!
Bewail for ever, my dear, you have me always here!

Even the sky’s turned into autumn, there’s no fall?
The fog at various stages is blocking the alley all.
Your words, noise, voice by the weather will stray?
There is no autumn sound along my nomadic way.

Translation by THANH-THANH

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