Dang Dung: Regrets

Regrets

So much remains to do, but I am too old,
The world is too vast—might as well just drink.
His moment ripe, a fool can catapult to glory
While heroes, their time past, must choke down their
   rage.
I dreamed of serving my lord, tilting the earth on its
   axis,
Washing my weapons in Heaven’s river—but I failed.
The land remains unavenged, my hair’s already white.
How often have I whetted my sword under the moon?

Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich

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