Somewhere are tranquil waters
That we all seek to find,
To leave behind our sorrows
And capture peace of mind.
   I find mine in the country
Where small wildflowers grow,
Where your eyes can follow birds in flight,
Not knowing where they go.
Where fields are wet with morning dew
And color fills the sky.
My Jesus waits on dusty roads
Where I’ll be passing by.
   Perhaps you seek still waters
To help you on your way.
You needn’t be where I find mine-
Stay where you are and pray.

Edna Fontaine 
 

   Mình luoân tìm kieám maõi cho ra
Doøng nöôùc eâm troâi ôû xa xa,
Ñeå laïi sau löng ñieàu phieàn muoän,
Bình an seõ ngaäp caû loøng ta.
   Toâi thaáy ñieàu treân ôû ñoàng queâ,
Hoa daïi ñua nhau nôû xum xueâ,
Maét baïn troâng ñaøn chim saûi caùnh,
Khoâng bieát nôi ñaâu chuùng seõ veà.
ÔÛ ñoù, caùnh ñoàng coøn söông sôùm,
Baàu trôøi maàu saéc  ñeïp say meâ,
Thieân Chuùa cuûa toâi treân ñöôøng ñôïi,
Toâi moät ngaøy nao seõ ñi veà.
   Baïn muoán ñi tìm suoái nöôùc saâu,
Xin baïn cöù ñi , ñöôøng tröôùc maët,
Chaúng phaûi nhö toâi,tìm xa laéc,
Vöõng böôùc ñi theo tieáng nguyeän caàu.
 

San Diego, California
Phaïm Ngoïc Nhieãm
phoûng dòch.