Air temperature is a little bit chilly under light amber sunshine
Waves of green rice fields spread to horizon clouds
Several swallows dart across the sky in mid-air
Flocks of herons flaunt around with their stops and flights.
By the roadside, grasses on river bank join the festival walk,
Many women quietly pray their rosaries as their hands count the beads.
Groups of young girls joyfully chat and smile
They show off their shining blackened teeth and passionate eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem