Five days afraid of the chill, I was lazy to go outside

But the spring wind has already, to the lonely tree, arrived

The tree shadow falls on the water surface, the ice’s dissolving

The flower hang heavily on the branchtop, the weather’s not yet warm

The Thúy Vũ  (1) song  sinks into the moon on a village mount’n

The sound of the dragon-decorated flute, touches the Ngọc Quan (2) clouds

A flower branch appears in the dream about an old friend

On waking up, I cannot give it to you as a present.

(1) Literally translated as emerald green bird’s feather. 

(2) Literally translated as Jade Country Border’s Gate