Inrasara: Inspiration at the dew hill

Translated by Như Mai

you left
poem drooping its lines
delicated tower waving in the afternoon
sandhill sinking quietly into the night
the sea rumbling tumbling naively

you went away
catus hedge contemplating thousands of miles
interminable
drifting away days after the days

not the joyfulness leaves
nor the pain remains less overflown

you returned
palei trembling with excitement
blossomed my soul with winds

it was October
rain rain rain
your appearance lightening our old sandhill