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Don't Look For Me
.........................Hoàng-Ân..............................................................
Don't stop yet, my Darling! The journey hasn't even started.
Where are the burning pebbles You've lent me to remind me of
the obstacles ahead??
I can see your neck Like that of a ram
I can see your throat Marked by Adam's straying
I can hear your heart beating calculatingly
Anticipating a march
The drum beats within your chest
Cadently counting
Don't stop now, my Love!
Finish your contest
The elite is waiting
For you to prove that they are right
That it takes a strong bull
To be their champion
In the race of the victorious race!
Don't look at the sideline Of the freak parade
I'm only the joker In their deck of cards
And you are their king of heart
with the queens and princesses on queue
To crown you all over again
To feed you sweet grapes
Don't look at the sideline:
I won't be there..!!
WILLIAM THOMPSON (1712-1766)
THE HAPPY LIFE
A book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chaste, yet laughter-loving lass,
To mortals various joys impart,
Inform the sense, and warm the heart.
Thrice happy they, who careless laid
Beneath a kind-embowering shade,
With rosy wreaths their temples crown,
In rosy wine their sorrow drown.
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
And splendid cares, and guilty joys--
Give me a book, a friend, a glass,
And a chaste, laughter-loving lass.
