By Hoan Kiem Lake
(Baonghean) - Wind and moon from the river and lake,
Cold wind blew, twisting the green grass.
Missing Long Thanh for a few moments,
High up in the Tower of Pens I draw you.
Willow leaves sway in wandering sunlight,
The changing of seasons blows a golden wind through my street.
Pink lotus opens eyes and reflects,
Dry leaves wrapped the boat and sat fishing.
The sword returns to the lake, the purple moon shines,
Ngoc Son mountain has shimmering waves and floating shadows.
It's been a long time, man.
Who was with me once... a promise.
The sky is bleak with clouds, wind, and stars,
Do old people know if they are waiting...?
Nguyen Dang Viet
