The Enchantress | Kỳ Nữ
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Author: Đinh Hùng | Fayland Baritone Rendition
I often have moments of profound sorrow...
By your side – oh, the scented forest, the sea of colors.
You dazzle like a thousand dawn flowers,
You arrive here as if coming from the heaven.
Those days, I gaze at you with amazement,
My soul gradually lost in your enchanting eyes.
Oh, those sea-distant eyes!
Oh, those mysterious eyes!
In those eyes, I see the heavens I dream of.
I see the shadow of a long ago dawn,
And the path with rising stars as I walk,
And the evening mist and clouds veiling my way back,
And suddenly... the entire cosmos is filled with longing.
I tremble with fear, thinking that loving you is fated,
Let your hands decide and shape my future days.
For you possess many magical powers,
Just a single strand of hair is enough to enchant the heart.
I put you upon the pedestal of Beauty to worship,
Silently admiring the silkiness of your skin.
When you return, your flesh imbued with fragrant blossoms,
Love’s desire stirs from your chaste bosom.
I draw near, infatuated with each slender toe of your feet.
I close my eyes to still the storm inside.
In reverence, I kneel and lift your dress’s hem,
Bow my head before your noble countenance!
Each morning and night, I beseech for your love!
Sin not committed, yet overwhelmed with guilt!
You, a celestial being, still use powder and rouge!
Those two proud feet tread upon love verses!
In a moment of madness and anger,
I yearn to become an atheist!
Everything of you torments my mind and spirit,
Causing resentment and anger to deep sorrow,
And infatuating love becomes recklessly fierce,
And burning longing... till unconsciousness!
Oh, Enchantress! Despite your cruel heart,
I stay near – oh, soul-capturing demonic beauty!
In moments of frenzy, I curse all womankind.
Tugging my chest, hearing blood surging in my heart.
I will die... and die with you as the cause.
In some twilight, my last breath expiring in a passionate kiss...
I would pluck from within you...
The flower of my soul.