THE HOT SNOW REGION
NGUYEN ANH NONG
I put my head
on thousands of restless reeds
a chicken dreams about the world of the dawn
It sings a love song of the ancient time
It flaps the wings of the sunset
It lovingly embraces the egg of the sun
The wave or the wind
has its tender breath?
You or the clouds
put a loving and missing scarf on my shoulders?
A scarf is dreamy and vague.
The moonlight or your immense shadow?
You look at yourself in the face of the river
or the mountain looks at itself in your face?
- then the scent is spreading.
A deer calls his friend,
calls the moonlight to caress a fragrant wind
A gecko calls the rain, calls the sun
A boucal flies, counting the time
A bamboo rat gnaws a reed
with the sounds like a dog chews a bone
in the pleasure of the early morning
I burn the time – a coal is burned until the end –
and you are – flickered, illusory.
You're very far from me
A candle – is a vague belief
The time – is an artist,
who is drawing the scent and the color over the forest
I am – a lonely gazelle,
who feel thirsty for
a hot snow region.