Bài số 51 (Ngày đầu thu không mây) 51 (The early autumn day is cloudless)

51 (The early autumn day is cloudless)

The early autumn day is cloudless. The river is full to the brim, washing the naked roots of the tottering tree by the ford. The long narrow path, like the thirsty tongue of the village, dips down into the stream.

My heart is full, as I look around me and see the silent sky and the flowing water, and feel that happiness is spread abroad, as simply as a smile on a child’s face.