Ca^?m Sa('t
Ca^?m sa('t vi` sao ngu~ tha^.p huye^`n
Mo^~i da^y mo^~i tru., nho+' hoa nie^n
Trang Chu ti?nh mo^.ng, mo+ ho^` ddie^.p
Vo.ng dde^' lo`ng xua^n, go+?i DDo^~ quye^n
Tra(ng sa'ng bie^?n xanh, cha^u ddo^? le^.
Kho'i vu+o+ng na('ng a^'m, ngo.c Lam ddie^`n
Ti`nh na`y so+'m ta.o nie^`m nhung nho+'
La` buo^?i dda^`u tie^n, chu't no^~i nie^`m.
Vain are the jeweled zither's fifty strings.
Each string, each stop, bears thought of vanished things.
The sage of his loved butterflies day-dreaming,
The king that sighed his soul into a bird.
Tears that are pearls, in ocean moonlight streaming;
Jade mists the sun distils from Sapphire Sward.
What need their memory to recall today ?
A day was theirs, which is now passed away\.
Courtesy anh
Nguye^~n Tru+o+`ng La^m.