“In the Lyon Station’s yellow light

        I  held my tears to hold your hands tight

        Whatever I said were now too late...”

        (from the musical piece “Seeing You Off”)  



Since I left Paris City

Has the Seine whispered my name?

The night station’s lights were misty, bitty;

And my kiss I left beyond the endgame.

How I miss you, lips warming lips;

Arms clung tight, but love then got lost!

Your image on the platform in eclipse

That once left my heart sorrow-mossed...  



   Vietnamese poem by NGÔ BÍCH LAN

   English translation by THANH-THANH