Apsara – the dancer of Champa

She oversleeps in the kalpa of stone
Born from the artists’s hands
A hundred years turn into a moment of time
A dream is smouldering relentlessly for thousands of years.

She stirs herself from the womb of stone
With an ineffable smile on her lips
In the image of a dancer
She wanders in the journey on earth.

Tomorrow she returns to the realm of stone
With her exquisite curves of wonder
A skàna turns into eternity
She gives humankind half a nostalgia between earth and sky.

Translated by Nguyen Tien Van

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