Old bamboo bed

Nguyen Van Song

The old porch has a skinny bed

There are morning glory flowers blooming in the moonlight night

With mother's hand fanning softly

There are fairy tales appearing in life

Father goes to the ends of the earth

Come home and listen to the village talk

Strong tea, tobacco pack

Together with father, we can rest in the sun and rain.

You are old in the morning and at noon

The fragrant betel leaf my mother gave me

Village talk and rice fields

The bed sits silently in the flow of time

I came back to the bed with broken bars.

Parents are like light smoke that disappears from human life.

Lying on the bed listening to the sound of falling rain

I sit counting my years.

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/van-hoa-du-lich-van-hoc-nghe-thuat/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/202506/chong-tre-them-cu-b0e022c/