Picturesque For Ever - Poem by Nhuan LeXuan
You inquired after me, while in exile, into my sand
Whether I have ever felt missing our motherland,
Pitied and regretted the abundance of the past
When the peaceful sun everywhere was shining fast?
Yes, be it picturesque for ever the countryside,
With kites flying over the far end of the dyke,
White storks walking alongside many a rice field,
Some flute herding buffaloes home so sweet a yield!
Narrow roads, green bamboo hedges surrounding,
Rows of arecas swaying in the fresh wind mounting,
The ferry-sampan reflecting in the water its image,
Rice-pestling songs echoing in the moonlit village.
And admiring the immense universe, those times,
While tasting scented tea we compose our rhymes,
Pervaded with the flavor of our native place,
Both souls leavened under the starred space.
But, at present, one at stay, the other at large,
Our separation is on my heart a resentful charge.
You, unfortunate, have gotten caught in damnation,
And I, though free, involved in human situation.
I am afraid of twilight, of shadow of night,
Of time arousing more and more grief in my plight.
Oh, homeland, relatives and friends! No assistance
Of any eagle could bridge such an infinite distance!
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