Words of Sorrow

Translating some sentences a day I see words of sorrow roll on paper, feel my mustache and hair hesitate to grow, and fail to grasp months and days. Translating some sentences a day I see the ink print deeply the sorrow, scattering on paper my millions of lifetimes in exile. Translating some sentences a day, I see my hand hold the pen erratically, feel the pain arise from liver and guts, and let words of sorrow freeze my fingers. By Phan Tan Hai