Hmong Folk Song The Poem Poem by Kong Vang

Guy- Gallant maiden...
Your field held the finest corns...
You are truly committed to your chores...

Lady- Gallant man...
Songs swift my heart...
Chores are no grace...
Is you my gentle man...

Guy- Then will you will be my maiden...
When, summer we can do chores on your fields...

Lady- I shall...
Holding your hand...
When winter comes...
We can toss ball back and forth...

Guy- If you love me hand me a shovel...
Tomorrow, i will regive you the shovel...
At our honey moon...

Lady- Oh, gallant man...
Please stay longer...
My heart been waiting for you on my fields...
That are not as fine as you...

Guy- Fine...
I will stay next to you forever...
Making this field all the greater...
Making you my lovely maiden...

Lady- Our hold life...
We will sleep one bed...
We value love and not good fortune...

Guy- Then, let us bow...
Let us pledge to the fields...

Lady- How, the corn grows gracefully...
How, your sweet words catch my heart...
Makes me wanted to bow...
Before, you even ask...

Guy- how, the sun shine among you...
How you answer me...
Tells me...You liked me...

Lady- Less talk and more bowing...

Guy- I bow to heaven and Earth...
That we will sleep one bed...
And hold hands forever and ever...
We will be lover forever and ever...