I have already gone..

Some day, my body will no longer exist,
A piece of four great elements will return to empty end,
Will comply strictly with the law of impermanence,
Any form in the universe will be surely destroyed...

I've already gone ... but the time stream still flows,
Day and night, light and darkness still chase each other.
Still sunrise with beautiful and colorful rays together,
And arrive afternoon, sunset then falling night.

In abundance, Silver Moon still shines all the roads.
Thousands of stars are twinkling calmly in space,
Flying clouds, breezes and deadly storms on earth's surface;
Disasters are still coming with frequent natural catastrophes...

I've already gone ... maybe I receive some affection,
Or have some complaints and critics silently.
Following the time, it will fade gradually,
And will be dying completely and be forgotten forever.

Each generation gets a line to enter into the Past,
Another generation still being born, growing up and getting older,
Still reeling in the race of competition faster,
Plenty of turbulences in the chaos of life..

I've already gone ... there's still a lot of mournings,
In solitary cemeteries, the number of graves will increase slowly,
Fresh flower wreaths will dry mournfully,
With sorrow, following up the feet of the deceased.

In the press, many obituaries will be published.
With grievance about the loss of loved ones,
Condolences from the relatives and other close persons,
Praying for the soul that can return to the eternal realm...

Still dancing on the branches in the grenade fire season,
Birds still sing a song from early morning through the afternoon,
During the night, circulating an echo of the sound of the cranes,
And when rains down, insects still noisily moan....

I've already gone ... but spring still returns with floral vitality,,
In summer, cicadas lament noisily on the trees.
Autumn coming back, everywhere changes the color of leaves,
And winter brings cold snow like a white shroud.

Still bitter loves happen on this planet,
Not named yet, but already rushed away.
Many cozy families are suddenly broken in two ways,
Often occur under sunny and rainy skies.

On the highways, with the long lasting routes,
Still noisy vehicles running constantly,
And every night, the town still lights up quietly,
Always seems indifferent as usual...

With me or without me, the life is always the same...
Still functioning, moving forward and never stopping.
I wish only in the final moment of my breathing,
To have a peace of mind and to leave serenely this world.

Phước Tuyền /NQH (Nov. 25. 2013)