Thank You, my Creator, for creating me

with a personal nature that never wanes.

Although born empty-handed in life to be

my private property intact a bloc remains.


I know my trip to moor at which quays;

My hands, my brain, and my nerves

are neither the same as plants and trees

nor as anyone else that formally serves.


I was not born as a mere drop of water

that was cast long or short unable to flee

as a small uniformed soldier in his quarter

with no roots nor tops to blend in the sea.


Nature created me so original there:

My personality to grow to my mind's reach.

Let me refuse any uniform to wear,

Grow up and wise to fit my height and width.


       Translation by  THANH-THANH