Old friend

(In memory of poet Nguyen Khuyen)

Peaceful garden, cold autumn pond
Fish splashing somewhere echoes of the past
The winding alley of old days
A century later, bamboo leaves still fall

The boat still drops the line, the poet is away
In the blue sky, I hear the geese calling their flocks.
The hidden person's feelings are very disturbing.
Longing for the distant lands of flight

A cup of light wine and the old moon drinking together
A drunkenness that relieves all sorrow
The sound of the hoe calling the bamboo bank awake
Lean your heart out to ease the pain.