The sky has turned grey and the weather cold,
It mildly drizzles like the kind of rain in Hue of old.
The late rose,
Glowing with sun tints, making pink lips tipsy,
This afternoon to open finally chose.
Oh Ha Long Bay, under the clouds, as imposing as e’er,
Like a sea dragon from the ocean to have appeared there,
With its sweet stream, sailboats slowing down for miles
To contemplate picturesque stalactites, water circling isles.
“Dad’s merit is immense like Mount Everest! ”
That verse since a child I had known with zest,
But now heard again makes tears start to my eyes.
My country has been half of my life in hard times,
Oh flocks of birds over the withered woods that fly
and hordes of horses that waver in the fields so dry!
Wake up right now and from now on, you all,
Over twenty eight years in exile, haven't I been?
One more spring has already returned.
So great emotions arise with each soft breath;
How can I express all joy and sorrow I am concerned!
If you feel like lazy, lie down at home freely;
What use to visit, some minutes adds nothing really.
Eyes are closed. Body cold. Skin bluish pale.
Even vermilion/paint applied: still dark deep stale.
Mom is still laborious in her native land to stay;
The Mother's Day is therefore a merely trivial day.
I AM STILL INDEBTED
I am still indebted to my ancestors and nation.