A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Bắc Sơn
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
Art: Nguyễn Thái Bình

Dedicated to my mother
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Children, when you’re older you’ll hear stories about your father
About a poet who took up arms, because he loved peace
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Stationed on a hill in clouds of blinding dust, as dusk descended
I had missed you, my children
Even though it was just a subdivision but I did my small part
You should be proud of your father’s heart
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O the story about an unfortunate hero
A vagabond amongst fools
It’s the story of my life, so children you must not forget
A lengthy part in trudging decorum
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I never resented life for despising me
The path I took was chosen long ago
But when I caught a glimpse my mother’s grey hair
I shed the silent tears for what was to come
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Children, when you’re old enough
Look through the humiliating pages of Vietnamese history
Understand why I had to suffer
Why the nation is in a state of such complaint
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FEBRUARY 2022
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Viết cho các con tôi
Kính dâng mẹ
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Khi các con khôn lớn thế nào cũng nghe kể chuyện đời ba
Chuyện một nhà thơ yêu hoà bình nên bị đời cho đi khiêng đạn
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Khi chiều xuống, bụi mù trời trên ngọn đồi ba đóng
Ba bắt đầu thương nhớ các con ba
Dù ở tiểu khu này ba là tên tiểu tốt
Nhưng các con nên tự hào ở tấm lòng ba
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Ôi câu chuyện người anh hùng lỡ vận
Nên bụi đời cùng một lũ ngu phu
Đó là câu chuyện đời ta các con cần phải nhớ
Ôi một quãng đời dài lê bước ưu du
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Ba không cực lòng khi bị đời khinh rẻ
Con đường ba đi đã chọn từ lâu
Nhưng khi nhìn những đốm hoa râm trên đầu tóc nội
Ba đã khóc thầm khi nghĩ đến mai sau
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Rồi mai mốt khi các con đã lớn
Hãy tìm trong trang nhục sử Việt Nam
Để thấu hiểu vì sao ba khổ cực
Vì sao nên đất nước lầm than
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Nguồn: Nguyễn Bắc Sơn, Chiến tranh Việt Nam và tôi, NXB Đồng Dao, 1972
Nguyễn Bắc Sơn (1944 – 4/8/2015) the poet was born and died Nguyễn Văn Hải, in Phan Thiết, Bình Thuận.
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the blogger, poet, and translator, was born in 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia.
Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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So beautiful.
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thank you.
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I was a soldier for 15 years. I lost friends who were fathers. Hard to be a soldier. You stand for the something and lose your family. A powerful poem shared dear Nguyễn.
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Thank you, I hope time has healed you somewhat.. peace to you my friend.
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So many good people lost to war. I saw the backside of Vietnam and the Iraq war. Soldiers do suffer but the people of the country. They must overcome. Poor Ukraine. Slowly being took apart. Break my heart.
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❤
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