Page 83 - Dragon&Fairy in Poetry

Thanh Thanh

Dark nights must pass – morning light will be again
bright;
It's this temporary life’s principle of revolution – firm
might!
What for to brood on humans’ life while it is so short;
Happiness is by myself, why I always continue to
court?

The endeared national flag and the pages of rhyme
Are the great inheritance of this fighter poet’s lifetime.
My last dream is a flag-covered coffin to return to
origination
In a cold grave but full of poetry according to my
aspiration.

Translation by THANH-THANH

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