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 he painted her.

Willow leaves flutter in wandering sunlight,

The changing seasons blow the yellow wind through my street.

Pink lotus opens the mirror,

Dry leaves wrapped the boat and sat fishing.

The sword returns to the lake, the moon shines purple,

Ngoc Son shimmers with the floating bridge's shadow.

It's been a long time, man.

Who was with me once... made a promise.

The sky is bleak with clouds, wind and stars,

Do old people know if they are waiting...?

Nguyen Dang Viet