ban tay toi loang quang, viet nhung dong tho nguech ngoac:
Ban tay toi loang quang,
Viet nhung dong tho nguech ngoac:
"Chang tung la gio, con Nang la bien
Chang la dem, con Nang la sao troi".
Nang bung no nhu hoa khong co loi,
Noi thieu sot da danh cap mat toi.
Nguoi di vao hoa duong nhu xem sac,
Chang mo ra nhu hien than bi mat.
Chang lang im, va Nang noi bang quo,
Ca hai ngoi o giua mot bai tho.
Mot bai tho menh mong nhu Vu Tru,
Dong chu nhat nhu ngan Ngoi Sao sang.
Sao bang bay vut qua, bong dem nay,
Toi lai danh cap, mang them thang ngay.
Duoi anh trang cuoi, toi tim Y Niem,
Dau hinh hai ay, treo o tren cao.
Translate:
我的双手不安地移动着，
潦草地写下这些诗句：
“他是风，她是海；
他是黑夜，她是星辰。”
她像一朵不会说话的花般绽放；
一种不完整的感觉将我掳走。
人们走进花中，凝视它的色彩；
他像一个显露的秘密般展开。
他沉默不语，她则在漫无边际的沉思中低语；
他们共同栖息在一首诗的中心。
一首浩瀚如宇宙的诗，
字迹如同千颗闪耀的星辰般微弱。
一颗流星划过；突然间，今夜，今夜
我悄然离去，收集更多的日日夜夜。
在微笑的月光下，我寻觅着那理念——
她那高悬于天际的身影。
Translate:
My hands move restlessly,
Scribbling down these lines:
"He was the wind, and she the sea;
He was the night, and she the stars."
She blooms like a flower that speaks no word;
A sense of incompleteness has stolen me away.
One enters the flower to gaze upon its hues;
He unfolds like a secret made manifest.
He falls silent, and she speaks in idle musings;
Together, they sit within the heart of a poem.
A poem vast as the Universe itself,
With script as faint as a thousand shining stars.
A shooting star streaks by; suddenly, tonight,
I steal away, gathering more days and nights.
Beneath the smiling moon, I seek the Idea—
That form of hers, suspended high above.