Hoàng hôn
Ráng chiều vàng mỡ gà
Trên đồi, mõ trâu lốc cốc
Trong thôn, khói bếp đủng đỉnh bay...
At sunset
The evening clouds have been dyed chicken-fat yellow
On the hill, the buffalo’s bells are sounding unhurriedly
In the village, the kitchen’s smoke is leisurely flying up...