To My Beloved In Her Grave 

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Author: Đinh Hùng | A Water-Moon Presentation

End of autumn already, where are you, My Love?

Lying inside the cold earth, you must be grieving?

O Autumn! Please wake up her spirit

I want to come inside her grave!

My Love! Where are you now?

What do you dream about?

Each night, I wish and pray

the color of the incense smoke

is the color of your eyes.

My Love! Have you come back?

Will you come back soon?

Moon and stars gone, now only a dim lamp

Lying down, I read a poem to invoke your Spirit.

My Love!

Do laugh loudly, and create echoes in the nether world

During the cold autumn moon, quiet footsteps

of the wandering spirits so many ages ago,

will now be lying in the same bed.

My Love! Do laugh out loud!

Do cry out loud!

Where’s the moon of love legends

that shines on pledges of love?

Lotus instep of beauteous maiden

causing heart stirs in the mythical night...

I wandered in the land of the fairies and spirits

Across the river Styx, I saw the ferry of Hades

I sent a spirit-invoking poem

Is the person inside the grave shivering?

Do the cold dried bones still feel Love?

Do your breasts still evoke lust?

O Virginal Spirit

Infatuated with you, I wish to leave this human body

My soul will enter tree and grass and love you each night

Are you happy, My Love?

Are you sad?

I'm sitting by your grave

Tell me of your feelings...

The Angel of Death laugh in his crazy chest

I hear in your breath the sounds of distress

Past feelings awaken, dispelling Desolate Loneliness

Infatuating scent coming from the earth,

The moon’s rising...