Về đoá hoa thuỷ tiên xanh xanh kia Of asphodel, that greeny flower

Of asphodel, that greeny flower

Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem –
save that it’s green and wooden –
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you.
We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
with flowers. So that
I was cheered
when I came first to know
that there were flowers also
in
Today
I’m filled with the fading memory of those flowers
that we both loved,
even to this poor
colorless thing --