Those who exhausted themselves for the resounding of the towers
Departed with a sad secrecy
Mingled with anonymity.

Those who were wordless departed with a looking back
The wind blew into the emptiness they left us
Flowed the ricefields, ruined the mountain roofs
For the exposure of hill with towers brooding a mute secrecy
Anxious through the violent steps of time.

The wind blew time after time into the dark anonymity
Into the realm of silence haunting backward looks
Without a blink for a thousand years.

Then the wind blew to the feet of long voyage
Then the wind blew to the hands of distres
Absorbed in knocking the door of the secrecy in sclerosis
And suffering and bearing and ground-breaking.

So that forerver for once
All backward looks
Disappear.

Translated by Nguyen Tien Van