I'm back in March.

I'll come back and see you in March.

What flowers and stamens will I give you as a gift?

The old village paths are very familiar.

Long hair reaching the waist, flowing heels, rosy lips.

Someone is singing softly by the river.

Groups of women in purple and pink dresses show off their charm.

Her figure just glided across the threshold.

How many young women serve as a backdrop for you?

Illustration: LE NGOC DUY

March is bringing forth the aroma of fermented rice.

The scent of lemon and grapefruit blends with the scent of life.

You melt my poetry.

Rhyme spreads across the March sky.

I went away to a distant land for a long time.

So much longing overflows through the years.

My poems are the very essence of silkworm life.

The straw fire burns far away in the human realm.

For a long time, poetry has been devoid of laughter.

You came back bringing with you sunshine and blue skies.

My soul is rejuvenated in the springtime.

The surging waves turn into poetic words...

Nguyen Van Dung

Source: https://baoquangtri.vn/em-ve-thang-ba-192296.htm