Early spring rain poured down on the street/Cold wind seemed to come from all directions/Hesitantly passing through the gate of the village temple/Cold bell sound amidst the wind and rain...
Early spring rain flooded the streets
Cold wind seems to come from all directions
Hesitating through the gate of the village temple
Cold bell sound amidst wind and rain
Magnolia flower cluster trembles
Fragrance spreads through the temple yard at night
Incense lulls the sorrows
Hear the feet touch a realm of nothingness
How many compassionate Buddha images
Silently tell all the sorrows
Smile mouth locked the world
Deep pain turns into incense smoke drifting away
Tea cup gently lifted in hand
Dear: Why is early spring full of storms?
The monk said: Rest assured.
The sea of life is inherently impermanent!
Outside the porch the rain suddenly stopped falling
Only the echo of the bell ringing in the sky remains...
NGUYEN VAN SONG