The grass of Ly Chi Vien is wet/ The sky and earth are filled with the scent of incense from Con Son.
The wronged soul returns to the mountain peak
Con Son white clouds, sad stream
Ancestor of a talented person
The bright star in the Milky Way is lost
People often express their life
The ups and downs of life still shine with wisdom
The palace of universal power
Uc Trai is like the moonlight, bright and clear.
The vast mountains and rivers in my heart
Writing Binh Ngo book always hopes for peace
And there is the Jade well to reflect on itself
Mountain top chessboard heavy with soul mate love
Lychee Garden Wet Grass
The sky and earth are filled with the scent of incense from Con Son.