As I walk toward the Ngang Pass, the sun had just set

Grasses and plants crowd the rocks, leaves mingle with flowers

Some wood-cutters, at the mountain’s foot, bent down at work

A few shops lie scattered by the riverside

Longing for motherland, the “Quốc” bird cries out its heart

Longing for home, the “Gia” bird unceasingly cries for home

Stopping here, gazing at the mount’n, river, and sky

My heart’s full of feelings, with only I and I…