Afternoon in Con Son

Go to the top of Con Son to find Nguyen Trai
The chessboard of world affairs remains intact.
Bamboo leaves rustle in the green forest
It seems like a fairy's shadow

Thousands of precarious stone steps hold the sky
This Thanh Hu cave is covered with moss.
Quiet Clouds on the deserted hill
The silver moon shines brightly

The house is still airy and windy all year round
On the wall glitters "Binh Ngo Fox"
"National Poetry Collection" still struggles
Strategy to pacify people and build a foundation

It seems like someone was just here.
On the grass dew left footprints
The stream flows murmuring like music
The pine trees rustle among the clouds

Standing in the middle of the green mountains, I bow to you.
The sacred air of the mountains and rivers is boundless.
Poetic soul sparkles with national soul
The Khuê star shines brightly in the sky.