When I arrive at Ngang Pass, the sun has set low
Trees crowd themselves against rocks, leaves against flowers.
Several woodcutters stoop themselves at the foot of a mountain
Several houses of minority people scatter near a riverbank.
Missing its lost country, a heartbroken watercock cries
Calling for its homeland, a francolin tires out its beak.
Stopping here, I'm surrounded by sky, mountains, and waters
I'm full of emotions but I have only myself to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem