Visiting Ben Duoc

Golden sunlight dyes the drifting clouds, storks tirelessly carry the sunset on their wings.

The golden sunlight dyes the drifting clouds.
The stork's wings tirelessly carry the sunset.
The deep, emerald-green river surges with waves.
Visiting Ben Duoc, the soul of Cu Chi

Deep underground tunnels whisper
I hear the sound of soldiers marching in endless columns, their voices filled with sorrow.
Sacred temple, monument commemorating heroes.
The once glorious fortress of steel and iron

The afternoon breeze rustles the sparse leaves.
Amidst the incense smoke, someone was just here.
The old story is filled with tears.
Heartbreaking scenes of bombs and bullets tearing through the air.
Brown soil, iron core, golden heart
Village within the earth, earth within the village

Now the flowers have turned a vibrant yellow.
The village road is paved, a wide and spacious path home.
Electric lights illuminate the country roads.
Mother's footsteps welcome her child home after the rain stops.
How can I possibly express it all?
Even with the memorial inscribed on a stone tablet, the debt of gratitude is still not fully repaid.
The incense I light today
With heartfelt gratitude, I offer this small token of my appreciation.
Find your way back to Ben Duoc in pristine beauty.
Forever in my memories are the times I was far away.

TRAN SON HAI

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