IN THE UPPER
true heart always stays in the eternal cavern clear,
foreign continent can delude the Oriental sphere.
will be a day we return, as the river wakes up,
Lean on bamboo canes to calmly admire fatherland dear.
long range of mountains opens, the moon welcomes,
the thatched cottage of aplomb remain the loyal
tender honey through the Sun and the Moon time
Had to go adrift unaware of where since the era of scums!
have been longing for a permanent spring of life,
horses repent, in the pastures surrender their strife.
melancholic aloewood in infatuated forests shakes,
sunlight warms fragrant yellow apricots wakerife.
the green monastery thousand pages of history cream
us the million-year spring filled with a peaceful
the lower earthly place gets transformed in grief,
Humans come and go, within limits their footprints teem.
our innermost we nurture the migrating birdsí plight
for their singing back on the high hills in
staunch souls perfumed with white lotus scent,
universe! our love of native land is so deep and
we put out the fire, we end all myriad of abjection;
concepts rise with the sunshine to perfection.
you hear the Spring that has just begun to exist
In each of our hearts like wonderful flowers of affection?
Translation by THANH-THANH