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. 

The Four Season.

 

~~~ Văn Nguyên Dưỡng ~~~