One day, I will return to the high mountain

and tear the clouds to make a beautiful silk dress for you.

Our marriage has been predestined in previous lives.

The sunshine of our youthful love fills the earth and sky. 

We’ll take a stroll along the midst of the Milky Way.

Leaving the earth behind with its evening sunlight on the rivers.

If some day, love’s broken in the Empty Void,

can one still hear a forest bird, 

that was I in a previous life, 

singing a song of love and Nature’s delights? 

From milleniums ago, a friend of the heart

came to see me off on leaving my mountain abode

 to bear a life of sorrow in the common world.

Some day, I’ll leave behind the mulberry-field-becoming sea events.

I’ll reopen the page of wordlessness

and feel the Buddhistic meaning of havingness and emptiness. 

Waiting for each other in this impermanent world,

Examining my heart, I see the ancient lover’s moon’s golden glow.

translated by Vuong Thanh