Green Field Song - Poem by Huynh Van Ut

Illustration: Van Nguyen

The fish goes upstream, yearning for the river of his homeland.
Pity the leaky roof, the rickety pillars, and the leaf walls
Love the hair still has the scent of straw
Shyly sowing the first rice shoots of the season.

The north wind is coming, I really crave a bowl of sour soup.
The fish in the field wags its tail to find a friend.
The river of my hometown never runs dry
Like the source of love always melts my heart.

The streets whisper to call the shimmering moon of the countryside
Night water bailing rhythm leisurely
Boys and girls in poor neighborhoods have a peaceful harvest
Shyly looking for the thread of fate.

I come back to listen to the wind sing peacefully
Happy children's song, fragrant rice of new day
Mother was happy, the gray-haired child was confused.
Waiting for the sound, we have a life together.

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/khuc-hat-dong-xanh-tho-cua-huynh-van-ut-185250524181110111.htm