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Bản dịch tiếng Anh của anh Trần Đình Hoành:

A Request at Dong Loc Cemetery

That’s enough for ten bowls

The rest of incense, let’s save for others

We’re not the sole fallen ones

So much blood and bone was spent for Dong Loc

Memories, let’s spread evenly

Like grass in the valley, sunlight on the hill.

Look! Tongue-grass buds cling to the pants!

O you red-scarfed children standing straight by the tombs

You love us so much, don’t you?

Then, go home, find little plants

Plant them on Tro Voi Hill and on these bare lands

We’re so thirsty longing for some tree shades!

Twenty-seven years have passed, we haven’t grown a day

Three times changing bed, we’re now back in Dong Loc

Friends, if you love us, don’t cry!

Go back and tend the rice for better harvest

The last meals we ten had no rice

Just a handful of cassava, then out with hoes we went.

Our needs? One afternoon someone has asked

We’re not yet married and haven’t got a chance to love

When the bomb buried us all, our hair was enmeshed in dust

Lying here in these tombs, we haven’t got a chance to wash our hair

We ask that on the parched ground of this cemetery

Someone would grow some carob tree

That spread fragrance evenly in the ethereal incense smoke…

Vuong Trong, Dong Loc, July 5, 1995