Night with crescent moon, a silent me on the balcony

In the morning, on rising up, I hear the gongs

At evening, on lying down, I also hear the gongs

About midnight, the melody of “Sad River” rises in mid-air

We are kindred spirits,

Our situations are similar

Longings for you rising in the night

My heart’s at the Vu Sơn mount’n peak

My soul’s at the Vu Sơn mount’n peak

We fall in love during our first encounter

When at leisure, I’m thinking of you

When feeling tired, I’m also thinking of you

A garden of brightly green leaves, and pink almond trees

A luxurious city life was just a memory

This morning, I again see a few pink flowers

Please don’t ask Spring to go with you, dear orioles

The peach blossom not strong enough to withstand the loneliness

The cool breeze on a moonlit night

Brings fragrance to the poet’s side.