In blooming spring
A nightingale, flying over the city,
Sang the beautiful story
Of a young and lovely lady
Who wore a colorful garland on her hair
And went to pick pretty flowers in the open air.
In radiant summer,
The nightingale, again flying over the city,
And sang the magnificent story
Of this young and charming lady
Who wore a slender scarf about her shoulders
And went to a rocky stream to enjoy its musical waters.
In gold-foil autumn,
The nightingale, flying over the city,
Sang again the wonderful story
O this young and gracious lady
Who wore a yellow shirt and a blue jeans
And went to sing amorous songs on the height of a hill…
In snowfall winter
The nightingale, for the last, flying over the city,
Sang a touching story
Of this young and noble lady
Who wore a dark ribbon around her head
And was sleeping profoundly in her tomb, forever !..
VAN NGUYEN DUONG
New York, Winter 2001.