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Wafting Perfume of Old
Back I came. The wind moved the orchid lightly,
And the rain fell faintly as illusive as nightly.
I was back. There wafted the perfume of old,
In that repercussion remained a longing to hold.
I came back, to check if that river did cause
Upon its stream of lovesickness any boat to pause.
Back to that dim distance, our old country found,
I welcomed the moon with hesitant autumn sound.
Back, and my heart suddenly felt tears flowing,
In the mist and smoke poetic inspiration showing.
I had come back as if in a dream hard to believe
With the image of someone still to wait, to grieve.
Two decades had since elapsed: late, this dove?
Alas! Twenty years long sufficed to ruin our love!
Su+o+ng Mai
Thoa?ng Chu't Hu+o+ng Xu+a
Ta ve^` gio' ddo^.ng ca`nh lan
Nhu+ trong hu+ a?o di.u da`ng tie^'ng mu+a
Ta ve^` thoa?ng chu't hu+o+ng xu+a
Trong du+ a^m cu~ co`n thu+`a nho+' mong
Ta ve^` nga('m la.i do`ng so^ng
Thuye^`n ai co`n ca('m be^n do`ng tu+o+ng tu+ ?
Ta ve^` khoa?ng ca'ch xa mu`
DDo'n tra(ng que^ cu~ tie^'ng thu nga^.p ngu+`ng
Ta ve^` lo`ng bo^~ng ru+ng ru+ng
Nhu+ trong su+o+ng kho'i cha^.p chu`ng y' tho+
Ta ve^` nhu+ the^? trong mo+
Bo'ng ai, ai ddo', nhu+ cho+`, nhu+ than
Hai mu+o+i na(m co' muo^.n ma`ng?
Hai mu+o+i na(m co' phu. pha`ng duye^n nhau ...
Su+o+ng Mai
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