Poetry

FOUR RED LEAVES

1.
While damp run larch trees shivering in the chill already!
Bright red leaves like lit fire lie in front of you and me.
Resembling crossways that converge and part again
The veins of those leaves drawing our ways

2.
A massive white fog drapes down like a curtain on the stage,
Making the dense forest look identical to stumps of sawn trees
I thought the trees of your wishes all had a fan of green leaves.
It is, as if the downhearted sky shed red leaves instead of tears.

3.
When the last rain makes red leaves rustle
The naked forest comes surging up slowly in twilight.
As people fall in love suffer in order to savor,
The two of us savored in order to suffer.

4
When drops of late autumn rain freeze into snowflakes in the air,
Snow swirl curtain come whitening over mountain-passes,
And the crimson red leaves resembling painted hearts
Have to sneak in under their snowflake blanket.
 
Translated by Sh. Tsog
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