Back home, I resume my love of
Red tansies, yellow tansies, do bloom as
With their colors so radiant as when
But this place seems to lack the flower
of my soul.
I hold a white nice chrysanthemum in my
The poor solitary blossom in this
Clouds and flowers appear fallen in a
Since my sweetheart and me are already
The old lover used a purple tie to bind
her hair rap;
Her violet dress suddenly caused spring
The poem-woven conical hat with purple
And the pagoda purple tansies imbrued the
So vast was my fancy addiction to this
Alas, time has passed further and
further, it by rolled.
The fragrance excites the recollections
in my mind.
Which hue could replace my chrysanthemum
Translation by THANH-THANH