Well, what should I recall the sad stories for
While my heart is still full of dolor, why more?
How many of those old far-away so unkind
Alas! I haven't been able to erase from my mind!
Thank you, my white-skinned golden-haired mother
Who are not of the same bloodline as me or the other
But you fished me out of the abyss a refugee errant,
Adopted and fostered me with the love of a parent.
You gave birth to me while being destitute:
Potato or cassava doubling rice each meal to suit.
Salted egg-plants and peanuts since childhood,
I had got accustomed to the poor people's food.
Phuong is still in me like in my dreaming years.
He that loves, his beauty how he heartily spheres!
I have not returmed to Trung Phuoc to revisit
My native land, for almost forty years since I left it
I began to cry on coming into this world here,
When life received me, anyhow for joy or for fear;
I have now returned here where I saw you away
Nearly two years ago but it seems just yesterday.
The clear blue lake reflected the love grove;
Away the snow-evading swans humans drove.
Defoliant sprayed on grass, why to cause hate?
This morning I called my name on my own
But it sounded strange like that of an unknown.