Fastness

Among that far-off jumble of blue mountains The sun goes down as to a roll of drums.

Small streams half-glitter between dark-green creepers.

What else would dare disturb this mountain's sleepers?

Only a fidgety magpie, every so often,

Screams as though someone's coming. No one comes.

Translated from Vietnamese by Graeme Wilson

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