The Lost Kingdom

He returned to Quang Ngai to visit Chau Sa

To remember the ancestors under a setting moon

The lost kingdom had been destructed

Only inert territory left

The old citadel had been crumbled

Since that the ghosts have been wandering

Behold, the courageous, young men might have been

On the King’s boat

Those could have been the sacred elephants

Next to the ivory towers

Beautiful women, magnificent ancient temples

Once there was the glorious land of Chiampa