Sacred land

(Respectfully pay respect to the souls of 10 female Youth Volunteers)

at the intersection, Dong Loc)

The bombs of the past are gone.

Bomb craters are still there, ashes buried in black grass

Ten bright stars shine

The golden star at the grave, the bright star at night in the sky.

I come back to see the smile again

Hair smells like soapberry, innocent youth

I thought that day called me

Jokes, mischief, and road-clearing hoeing

Like a love song

The letter is still hidden, the lover is waiting.

Ten young girls in the past

Now the flowers have just bloomed

Tombstone with flowers on all four sides

Orchids, sweet night-scented chestnut flowers

Pine hill with three high hills

Light ten candles and stick them in the sacred ground...

Nguyen Trong Tuat