My heart wept-
Like a child missing his mother,
Like a young lad left by his lover,
Like a old dying man forced to say goodbye to his life.
In this plain land lying across like a carpet,
I remembered the mountains that I'd left,
I remembered the paddy fields where I had slept.
The flowing blue rivers, the dark green forests,
The narrow streets, where I had ran,
The old artistic houses,
The temple besides the river,
The monastery on the top of the hill,
My acquaintances, my love-
All I left to achieve something that now seems so vain.
I wait to the day, when I shall be back
To embrace my beautiful land,
Then my heart shall be happy.
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