By Thanh Dang, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Perhaps there, the past autumns reside,

Kiss my footprints on the grass-strewn path upon my departure ?

The inns noted in all direction

Images of time – thanksgiving – memos of the Heart !

Me – a traveler – fumbling through the jungle of dusks,

Leaving or returning ?

Within the journeys devoid of power

Who am I since I, myself I have lost…

Raising the glasses – The cheers – In honour of the greenness of leaves

The wishes for now and forevermore

One needs not the endless fight to survive

The freshest of spring, present in all days

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Có thể lại mùa Thu xưa ở đó,

Hôn bước mình trên lối cỏ rồi đi ?

Nếu phải viết muôn phương là quán trọ

Ảnh một thời – thâm tạ – Trái tim ghi !

Tôi – hành giả…