It’s Impossible…

by Tran Nhuan Minh

It’s possible that in a few years… I’ll not know
in what direction I’ll go
Birds still fly on the river, clouds and water are still blue
Oh my children, and grand children, you’re
just grown up and are so beautiful
At that time, who can know where I’ve been…

Having no wings to fly up like birds
and to tell the truth, I’m not very wise
I’m very unwise, but it simply cannot be different
Oh sons, I hope that when comes the time
of your grand children, the Truth will be crowned
There will no longer be anyone needing
wings to flow to heaven

When successful in whatever field
You’ll have many true enemies,
And many false friends
Although standing in the shadows of the trees,
you’ll not break the branches, or pluck the leaves
Such is life, be patient as you rise, leaving behind
a kind heart
Believing in one’s own strength, one will
certainly be successful

I’ve vaguely heard, so far away the sad sound
of the thousands leagues Fall
So far away and high up, are the sounds of stars
flickeringly inviting…
The key of the house, I leave it here, the pages
of 60 years of verses, I leave them there
It’s possible…when you come, I will have flown away…