Bài chuyển sang Anh ngữ của Trầb Bình Nhung
Are you the flower of younger days
Dotted with rich hues and scents of the hopeful times ?
Or starting to harbor the color of nostalgia
To rouse the sunrays by the sideway ?
Are you the young bird in the morning ,
With the sun framing your delicate figure ?
On light treading resembling the mynah*'s footsteps ,
Leaving a world of longings for someone ?
Are you the cloud carrying sadness ,
Locked in the young heart , a rainbow of memories
To contemplate under its shadow , when far away ,
A vestige of scent mixed with yearnings ?
You are neither cloud nor flower ,
Nor the bird with ivory footsteps ,
I only hope that the small rhymes
When woven , will not be tarnished by tears .
*a dark brown bird of Southeastern Asia with bright yellow feet .
Translated by Binh Nhung
03/27/2003
