Lời giễu cợt
gió cuốn đi,
Lời kinh cũng thế
có gì linh thiêng.
Có chăng
tâm chấp ưu phiền,
Chứa, mang, vác, gánh...
khắp miền trần ai?
Gió! lời em nói yêu tôi.
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The mocking words
are carried away by the wind,
The sacred chants as well,
what is holy about them.
Perhaps it is
the heart that clings to sorrow,
Containing, carrying, shouldering, bearing...
throughout all of this mortal life?
Wind! the words she said she loved me.