Evening Clouds / Áng Mây Chiều
by Dương Thiệu Tước

Sunset sky, with shimmering golden sunlight,

clouds carried afar by the wind. in a lingering farewell.

Oh, looking at the drifting clouds, my soul in a trance.

The evening slowly descends, sowing a quiet sadness in a dreamy evening.

Gazing at the evening clouds, 

a cloud boat gliding towards an unknown shore.

Sinking into the night shadow under the melancholy sky.

Where will that cloud go, carried by the wind?

Gazing at the evening clouds,

a restless heart recalls the image of a lost love.

The day of farewell, so affectionate and full of longing.

But now, a vast distance separates us.

The wind sweeps away a fading figure.

Dew falls, tears blur.

Thinking of one who departs to the call of adventure and duty.

To the battlefield in the country borders. 

The wind sweeps away layers of flying clouds.

Dew falls, scattered all around.

In the mist, a figure sits.

Endlessly missing the love in bygone days.

Look, the evening clouds.

The cloud boat glides towards which distant shore?

Sinking into the twilight under the mournful sky.

Where will that cloud go, carried by the wind?

Oh, evening clouds.

Cloud boat drifts away without lingering.

To a distant place, bringing a message of solace and forgetness.

A man needs to travel many places to achieve greatness in the world.

Darkness spreads ...

Clouds vanish into the distance ...