11/01/2022

Ho Xuan Huong

Autumn Landscape

Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.
Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:

the lush, dark canpies of the gnarled trees,
the long river, sliding smooth and white.

I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.
My backpack, breathing moonlight, sags with poems.

Look, and love everyone.
Whoever sees this landscape is stunned.

Translation Vietnamese by John Balaban
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I am not very good at forgiving others. It always bothered me. Forgiveness is like the shadow of love. Of course, forgiving easily doesn't always bring good results, but it's better than not forgiving. Even now, Someone have not done any harm to myself decades ago and I cannot forgive anyone's wrongdoing. No, it is not. Even if I forgive, the other person may still repeat the mistakes and be unable to escape the traps of sin. Yet I long for the sublime of forgiveness. Why? Forgiveness is evidence of love. The power of forgiveness does not appear right away, but it will surely appear someday, and meet other people's forgiveness and make that person a proper person. Why am I weak in the power to forgive? This morning, on the first day of November, I hear the drizzle of rain. I know the invisible drizzle. It is now falling by the sound of the drizzle hitting the window. The sound of the drizzle, the sound of forgiveness. tapping. I guess I think the recognition or imprint of some external stimuli lasts very long. The same action, event, or situation has long been forgotten by others, yet I am still under its influence. There is also a good side to this tendency. It makes me remember the things I shouldn't forget so that I can go a more valuable life. The sacrifice or devotion of someone who needs to be remembered is kept for a long time, they still live in me. And it does a lot of good for writing poetry. It creates a stage for endless poetry. But there is only one, the best villain. When someone makes a mistake or wrongs with me, this also lasts too long. This makes me unforgiving. Oh, how can I make it easy to forget only the bad things, that other people have done to me? It is pain. Is it because I'm not forgiven? Please forgive me for not being able to forgive me