Happy New Year - Poem by Bach My

Illustration by: Van Nguyen

Happy New Year, tears from the sky fall upon the forest.
Oh, this rain breaks my heart!
These flowers are a gift to us during the season of absence.
The forest's eyes have just closed in the misty night.

Happy New Year! The caterpillar bends itself on old hair.
With a bang, we toss away the green firecrackers to welcome Tet.
How many children has Mother seen off across the river on the thirtieth day of the lunar month?
The crescent moon lingers forever in the forest of cherished memories.

Happy New Year! We walk along a path where birds sing and monkeys howl.
The winds mark the journey.
Spring retreats into a roof of floating clouds.
We don't know what to do with our age on earth.

Happy New Year, the path of classification, footsteps
The figure trudged home, carrying dust on his back.
We kept walking but never reached the mountain.
All that could be seen was the deep river silently stretching on.

The bird doesn't have the strength to fly back to the old days.
Guava ripens on the tree.
Nine o'clock in the afternoon on the hill
But the one-way flight was tiring.

The guavas in the old garden ripened every day.
The moon has risen, the sun has set.
The flower sent during the season of absence.
Happy New Year! The forest closes its eyes in the misty night.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/chao-nam-moi-tho-cua-bach-my-185250103135605821.htm