In the beloved village,

The morning sun has risen.

My little darling students

Walk hastily toward the school.

Fragrant golden rice fields.

The scent of flowers and grass fills the air.

The music of the forest carried by the wind

Harmonizing with babbling sounds of mountain stream.

I am the village teacher

Passing on knowledge with the written word.

And nurture hope and belief

To my beloved students.

Countless verses of poetry inspired. 

Through the children’s journey of growing up in life.

I don’t mind the difficulties

to nurture my students’ sprouting dreams.

i love my young students. 

by Thanh Minh 

translated by Vương Thanh, 16.11.2023