twenty eight years in exile, havenít I been?
more spring has already returned.
great emotions arise with each soft breath;
How can I express all joy and sorrow I am concerned!
Because my children have succeeded,
better but not worse than what they deserve.
and clothes, houses, cars... pretty enough,
They just use their skill and energy society to serve.
Because some millions of my compatriots
able to live in peace, away from pain,
repay their debts to the favorable host country:
The melting pot to give mercy is to refugees to deign.
Because history has begun a new chapter,
fatherland has started to rise, though late.
be under renovation to contend with the world;
The glory of the Fairies and Dragons must not bate.
But sometimes somewhat sad:
young seem to forget their original brain.
pretend to be foreigners, act like money-bags,
Organize struggle tricks - Are they wise or inane?
who have neither civil nor military ability
about their merits, after they gave up the game!
honest, judicious, or only sycophantic
Following in the tail of the snobbish - Fie for shame!
Because my wits and talent are still
literary perspectives seem to gloom;
writings remain insufficient to fill a hard disk
Although it is a mercy to be a poet I might presume.
else to be blue?
hair has already grown white, eyebrows sparse,
from my mania for Beauty I cannot abstain;
people are fond of glamour, gaudiness,
Leaving thatched huts to sit in a royal palace to feign.
joy, oh sorrow!
reconsider things and feel neither gay nor grieved,
is only unreal and illusory profiles.
world is changing together with the nationís
welcome Spring with laughter and smiles!
Translation by THANH-THANH