Saigon, people lament everywhere;
away, my heart sobs, how can I bear!
dwellings, old dwellers, almost lost;
Saigon’s splendors still loom over there.
remain as ever an elegantly graceful sight,
throughout generations in poor plight,
Far Eastern Pearl with plaintive features,
Gone through the mill, polished up to be bright.
still remember each school-yard flamboyant
in bloom along the summer paths buoyant,
churches’ striking structure so majestic,
pagodas’ curved roofs regularly chatoyant.
Boulevard in comfortable animation
foreign tourists crowding into the nation,
Thanh Market with four festive gates:
North–South shopping in elation.
Hue Street full of spring flowers,
Duc yellow apricots coming in showers,
from the countryside arriving in heaps...
such springs, it is dreams in towers.
stone statues, people shed hot tears to stand
Saigon to recall all the beloved land;
ocean waves are rising in one’s heart.
Saigon! Still remember that time so grand?