I’m standing at the world’s end

Hearing the mount’n monkeys howling to their clans

Sounds of horse hooves beating strongly on the road of yesteryears

In the present times, who still keeps the promise

of remaining together with whom.

My pain stretches from that very long day (30.4.75)

It’s longer than half of my life

Since the great stormy upheaval,

My homeland’s a place of bloody tears.

My heart swollen with sadness,

I quietly become a history recluse,

Living in the forest, 

Singing a song about the ups-and-downs of human life.

Who uses sword and gun to pay for life’s obligation,

I take poetry and spread its message in this desolate world.

Three thousand days of life in prison

O four thousand years of Vietnamese civilization!

I left a past life, unsettled

And was reborn into the downtrodden, surrendered side

Thou gather wind to make the flag fly

Thou cross the Dich river and wait under the moonlight

Sitting here, I redraw the history of a hundred years

and clasp onto an ancient statue Waiting for Thee.