Mà chết thì liệm chung quách.
(Nguyễn Hiến Lê dịch)
Twixt you and me
There s too much emotion.
That s the reason why
There s such a commotion!
Take a lump of clay,
Wet it, pat it,
And make an image of me,
And an image of you.
Then smash them, crash them,
And add a little water.
Break them and re-make them,
Into an image of you,
And an image of me.
Then in my clay, there s a litde of you.
And in your clay, there s a litde of me.
And nothing ever shall us sever;
Living, we ll sleep in the same quilt,
And dead, we ll be buried together.
(Lâm Ngữ Đường dịch)
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