Bông hồng                                               

Nở muộn chiều nay                        

Bừng lên sắc nắng say say môi hồng        

Ngẩn ngơ                                        

Em đứng ngõ trông                        

Lạ chưa... ngõ phố bềnh bồng mây bay 

Thoáng                                           

Tà áo trắng sương lay                        

Ồ không... Xuân đến nơi này đã lâu             

Vô tình                                           

Sợi tóc bạc mầu                                  

Theo thời gian chạy   

               Về đâu   

 Cánh hồng!                                           

                                        THU MINH

                             La Rochelle (France)

THE LATE ROSE

The late rose,

Glowing with sun tints, making pink lips tipsy,

This afternoon to open finally chose.

Thrown into tizzy,

I stand at the gate – so strange! – to note

That clouds over the streets do float and float.

I catch sight, quickly:

The dew shakes a white dress – which chum?

Oh no!... Springtime has here so long come.

Unintentionally

My hair has grown grey

Together with time that passes fast away.

                         Where will the rose resettle

                                                 Of its each petal!

    Translation by THANH-THANH

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