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Haibun for a Sleeping Prince (English)


I dream of you, my sleeping Prince. The evening light flows from the branches of the lime trees onto the fine rippling silk of your hair. The blue tits' shrill song fills the diamond bright air of the garden with a fragrant joy.

Ah, my gentle Prince, on this spring day, how beautiful are the golden pavilions where your family dwells, the apple blossoms streaming with pink petals, the ponds full of white lilies, the plump grasses, the elegant little paths leading to the ancient temple!

Snowy water flows all over the plain, reviving orchards and flowers on its way.

Only my soul is like a sky veiled in melancholy. O young breeze, hear the painful song of my grief, be the companion of my sharp-edged solitude.


I dream of my Prince who doesn't know I exist.
On my white lashes the April evening grows green.
Crouched in the hollows of the rocks the kingfishers converse.
Why shed more tears over souls eternally asleep?
 
translated from the French of Athanase Vantchev de Thracy by Norton Hodges
04.03.06.


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Haibun for a Sleeping Prince (English)

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