The January wind stretches through the empty alley

Some drops of rain fall coldly upon the thin figure

A woman carries the weight of four seasons through the streets

The sad sound of the shouting announcement flow to the end of the deserted lane.

Each leaf falls in the golden twilight.

Imprinted on the woman’s shoulders is the burden of worries.

A lone figure quietly walks from dawn to dusk

The burden of life shouldered without a word of complaint.

Here are flowers, here are green vegetables, and ripe fruits

Footsteps away, leaving behind the pleaant scents. 

Despite rain or shine, through the four seasons, people passing through the streets,

With a tilted hat, she silently carries the shoulder pole of love.

By Thiên Di

English translation by Vuong Thanh, 12.2023