In this brilliant heat,
under this cobalt sky,
I stop my climb
to admire you--
a lone yellow poppy
clinging to the crags,
braving the rough winds.
I cradle your soft petals
in my right palm,
kneel down to smell
your wild perfume,
and regretfully release
you back to the wind.
For to pluck you now
and bring you along
on this steep climb
would be your demise
and my death.
Nyob lub teb kub,
huv qaab lub ntuj ntsuab,
Kuv ntseg ib plag
lug saib koj--
kws yog ib lub paaj yeeb
dlai ntawm lub tsaag zeb,
naj nub raug cua nplawm.
Kuv tuav koj cov nplooj
ntawm kuv xib teg,
txhus caug lug na
koj cov paa tsw qaab,
ces ro pluav
koj tsov moog rua cua nplawm.
Vim tas yog kuv dle koj
hab coj koj tsug kuv
nce plaag roob nuav
hab kuv kev tuag.
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