sky has turned grey and the weather cold,
(for my defunct younger sister)
mildly drizzles like the kind of rain in Hue of old.
is something to cause longings in the air:
year is going to end or the spring to begin fair.
many times since the last Christmas fête?
you still alive, we would surely celebrate.
your birthday I would, with special complexion,
a cake quite sweet with all my affection.
would mix the stuffing with my warm feeling,
it with thousand mellifluous words appealing,
the surface with letters of congratulatory glee
laugh resoundingly - how happy should we be!
is needless to weigh or measure in order to bake,
can instruct how to create a love cake?
would add an edge line as a thread of souvenir
encompass the multicolored seeds for my dear.
would light the candles - how many pieces, well?
what’s counting for, since time is in the sequel!
only wish that the candles would spark to lighten
way in the misty world, salvation to heighten.
your birthday I would write a small poem
burn it for you on God’s descent as a proem
that at such a distant place you read it loudly
at the cake I prepared for you so proudly.
would try to prevent my hot tears from falling
you’re not too attached to the earth on recalling,
my cheeks suddenly got wet from nowhere:
seems the rain is dripping, I am not even aware.
Translation by Thanh-Thanh