Poetry: For the Ancestor's Death Anniversary

TRAN THANH THOA

Fragrant rice grains of the land
The immense love of the country for thousands of years
The pages of time still illuminate the legend
Banh chung and banh giay are sweet and rich in the taste of sweat.

Land of King Hung, the land of the founder
Round rice grains fill Lang Lieu's heart
The hands of the plowman are careful of the rain and sunshine.
The straw and fields of wind and dew are forever.

The sacred origin of Dong Son drum beats
Nghia Linh sky is full of clouds and smoke
Million hearts are million warm fires
The gazes lit up the blue sky…

In you, in me there is the shape of the Fatherland
Every inch of land is the flesh and blood of our ancestors.
The land of our ancestors still echoes the words of King Hung building the country.
Tolerant mountains and rivers
North - Central - South one family!

Source: https://baovinhlong.com.vn/van-hoa-giai-tri/tac-gia-tac-pham/202504/tho-cho-ngay-gio-to-6524f71/