Days and
nights fly away
In different
shapes the moon displays
The sun rises
in variations
The universe
endlessly keeps action
Dream to my native
land
Recall the vast
abundant rice plains
Waterfalls,
lakes and rivers
Mountains
and green forests forever
The hard
working days
Yearning efforts
in my life's journey
Bear on the
ancestors' will
To show the great
merit with full skill
Valuable time
of stories
Spread seeds
upon the soil of glory
For the new solid
heirs
Pursue motherland's
love with care
Should I return
to native land
Those old stories
could not withstand
Those great times
went by
The yellowed
pictures stick in my mind
Xaysouvanh Phengphong
3 September 2004