When my lips landed on yours to kiss the first time,

The little cicadas out of their wits startled in chime.

Around was blue garden, green grass, yellow noon;

Thousands of flamboyants blossomed as a boon.


On our lips millions of roses seemed to bloom;

Sky and earth unanimously suffused with a boom.

Somewhere, everywhere clanged peals of laughter:

That day’s kiss has so existed everlasting thereafter.


Today I suddenly recollect it to compassionate her;

The old season’s cicada sound fell on my shoulder.

Yellow noon, green grass, blue garden  so stanch,

Her lips ripening like flamboyants on the old branch.


Translation by THANH-THANH