The Deserted Land

by Tran Nhuan Minh

Many people brought bluish mysteries
Hiding them under wild grass, and a few whitish reeds
Not a few wrong things, and also not a few crimes
They have done throughout their lives,
And only they themselves know about that…

The glories… people have welcomed and received
Many more than things that really exist
Have pity… amidst the stormy sea of life
They chose the waves to flow with…
to obtain their fate…

Such great mysteries still live on, under the green
wild grass
Although white bones have rotten in the dark earth
Only the reed lightly trembled in the dim moon and
the blowing wind
Wanting to say something… that seems like existing
while it doesn’t exist…