THE TRAIN WHISTLE
is a railroad not far from where I dwell;
night train wails within listening distance.
whistle in my remembrance recalls well
dadís eager dream throughout his existence.
least once he yearned, by his ardor urged,
ride an express train from South to North
after the country from hostilities emerged,
revisit old beautiful sceneries henceforth.
one day he deceased, still discontent,
behind the modest wish yet not come true.
were he to live unto this day of no consent,
would feel each night more grief so undue.
of the world that exceeds the irony bitter,
not that upon the end of all firing and dying
crowds had to rush and seek refuge hither,
the risky oceans, any dangers defying?
I have been longing and will still wait
a glorious return from this exile line,
his sake to realize his reverie, though late,
contemplate again the landscapes in the shine.
to admire the divinely splendid country
ancesters had drawn swords since foundation,
bright examples of national recovery
To dutiful heirs of that inseverable nation.
there each night the train whistles and wails
the railroad is close to where I reside.
steel wheels are rolling on chill steel rails,
whistle rends my heart with nostalgia inside.
Translation by THANH-THANH