Our spirits are unassisted
October rains make them sluggish
only the tagalau flower is still bright
in our dreams.

October dreams, without being cared for by any blades of grass
still are dedicated to crawl through the foamy region
even if unsure of survival
only a piece of rag.

O! October spirits
whose dreams are carved from wild flowers’ shadows
that fell long ago on a hill in childhood
suddenly turn bright and trembling tonight.

Translated by Chương Đài