A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.
Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside-down in sad puddles.
Love's vast sea cannot be emptied.
And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.
Where is nirvana?
Nirvana is here, nine times out of ten.
Spring-watching Pavilion
Ho Xuan Huong
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Poem topics: heaven, sad, sea, spring, evening, gentle, dust, love, I love you, nirvana, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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