Going through the present pass makes me miss the town of old

The summer hill is so wild, with grass on both sides so bold


From over there to this place up here

The brow-like river bridges the two areas to make them near


How could you have the heart to leave for that place?

I commiserate the ancient trees that bear the past tearsí trace


The dune is so deserted, the reeds on the shore so scanty

The weeds so isolated, waiting for the river water pococurante


The sky gate has already closed its two door-leaves

Due to my thoughtful steps, my small feetí hesitation grieves


Oh, my dear current, your flow is so peaceful and free

I return the desolation to you, but I also give desolation to me


Translation by THANH-THANH