The Exiled Soul Poem by Phan Thanh gian

There is no one here
Only the sounds of the howling wind,
On this desolate rocky outcrop.
There is nothing here,
But the jagged edge cliffs
And waves of foaming sea,
Crashing into the deserted beach
Wearing out the stubborn pebbles.

This remote island will one day,
Bury my bleached bones
Hide the last traces of my nostalgia.
This vast emptiness will one day,
Witness my inconsequential departure
With a docile, emotionless whisper
As it has welcomed my arrival
With its trivial polite embrace.