After ten years, you return

Like a migrating bird seeking its roots

On seeing each other again,

tears in our eyes,

joys in our hearts,

talk flows with wine

into the night…

A shoulder shrug,

a wave of the hands,

the trivial things in life

swept away from our minds.

Forgetting the turbulent changes in life,

we touch glasses after glasses

into the night…

Ten years, we were apart

Alone, a verse-dreaming me

Ten years from now,

who knows

if we’ll have drinks together?

Pouring more poetry in to wine

Burning more wine into poetry

I raise my glass,

and cheer My Friend:

This glass - to drink up the past months and years. 

Translated by Vuong Thanh