Monsoon in Mai-Salong

In the horizon,
the mountains are in meditation.
I can see them through the veil of misty rain.
I can hear the sound of their breath
through the rain-filled whispering wind.
Every rice grain is dancing in the monsoon rain.
I can see their reflection
in the eyes of water buffalo,
sound of cowbell vibrates in the air.
Today celebration of nature
is playing music in every chord of my heart.

The misty gray cloud and green mountain
will merge and melt into each other.
Soon the whole nature will disappear into thickening rain.
Every sound on earth
will be absorbed in the sound of rainfall.
All my lingering thoughts will freeze.
All my memories
will be washed away by rain.
In that great silence,
along with nature,
I will lose myself in the meditation.