At the end of the year, I return to my hometown temple/Leaving behind all the worldly worries/The afternoon tower casts its shadow endlessly/Not busy with the many worries of human life.
End of year return to hometown temple
Leave out the worldly troubles
The tower's shadow lingers on the horizon
Not busy with the many troubles of human life
Betel leaves warm with lime flavor
The bell rings in the empty air, playing in the afternoon wind.
The gong sounds thin and lonely
The Buddhist scriptures are full of compassion.
Do good, avoid greed, anger and ignorance
River of delusion, shore of enlightenment, which way do people go?
The old monk swept the leaves noisily.
The scent of incense drifts into the air.
The canopy still has the sound of the starling bird
On the porch suddenly peach buds call spring.
NGUYEN QUYNH ANH