I made my way through the mist to the meeting.
The festival of fragrant flowers and freshly harvested rice.
The sound of gongs resounds.
Clinging to the sound of the horse bells jingling
I parted the clouds to go to the market.
New spring market.
Traditional brocade shirts showcase their colors.
Clinging to the sound of the mouth harp
Dazed, I went to the stream.
Oh, girl blowing leaves in the sparse forest canopy!
Oh, my dear sister, wait by the white bauhinia tree.
Spring blossoms brightly on your smiling face.
Spring shines brightly in fresh eyes.
Why are you still shy?
Clinging to the voice of those far from home.
I came back
Open your arms and hug.
The roots of the old tree spread out like a dense canopy.
I thought I had touched upon my roots, my origins…
Phung Hai Yen
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