Ngyuen Trai

Night Landing at Lam Cang

Sensing something in the sound of the tide, the boat stops in the estuary.
From the other side, I can faintly hear the pagoda bell.
On this bay, autumn wind makes waves ten feet high.
Through the porthole's darkness, I have counted raindrops all night.
Life is only an image; pay no attention to false pride.
Everything is a dream; let's toss it all away.
On the other hand, I have been "I" for so long
Why should homesickness diminish my courage now?