my lips landed on yours to kiss the first time,
little cicadas out of their wits startled in chime.
was blue garden, green grass, yellow noon;
of flamboyants blossomed as a boon.
our lips millions of roses seemed to bloom;
and earth unanimously suffused with a boom.
everywhere clanged peals of laughter:
day’s kiss has so existed everlasting thereafter.
I suddenly recollect it to compassionate her;
old season’s cicada sound fell on my shoulder.
noon, green grass, blue garden – so
lips ripening like flamboyants on the old branch.
Translation by THANH-THANH