DRIFTED IN THE HUSTLE
stepped into the noisy urban area with colors gay,
at skirts with silks cheerfully to play,
lips opening the wings of life's dreams so dear,
lost my way, straying into this exile's sphere.
sad age was to be hidden in the poor grey hair;
empty hands let go any grief like my palms bare.
shoulder inclined by half the burden of devotion
me feel like washed ashore from the ocean.
inspiration was vast with nostalgia like space,
wrote popular rhymes to send to my native place
if to pick up the dead leaves along that war trail
cast on the sea to conjure up spirits that bewail.
immemorial would leave words to posterity
in vicissitudes to love each other with sincerity.
far Sea Dragon and Mountain Fay will assuage;
plight to return to our root to saunter in my old age.
Translation by THANH-THANH