The banks of silent joy…

Nguyen Thi Nhu Y

The old path is fragrant with the scent of fields

The vast waves of rice fields ripple on the way home

The buffalo herd is sleeping on the dike

Listen in nostalgia from the green homeland.

 

I came back to look at my reflection in the pond

Time remaining on hair color fade

Go through the long months and years

What do you see from the bitterness of human fate?

 

I came back to find laughter

When I was a teenager, I was so excited

Each smoke flickers and disappears

Pick up memories across the alley.

 

The old path is green in the flower season

Suddenly hear the years passing by sadly

The homecoming was drenched in pouring rain.

The wall of the house is leaking and the wind has not dried yet.

 

The lost boat bobbed up and down

Take me through the sad nothingness

Sleep on straw pillow

Seeing the green life, the banks of silent joy…

 

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202510/nhung-bo-vui-lang-tham-b260f84/