Night Rain on the Hsiao Hsiang River
Dripping, dripping in the Hsiang forest
All through the windy night
The rain falls heavy and light,
Shaking the branches, violent sometimes,
Knocking on my ears: I cannot sleep.
The spirit of poetry rises in me.
Awake in the morning, I go to see the new shoots,
Thousands risen in a single night. Strange, strange
Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich