Văn Học Ngoại Biên — Literature Beyond

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A poem in Vietnamese by Mai Thảo
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

each time the body breaks down
I find myself conversing with it
tell it not to make a mountain out of a mole hill
it would agree without much thought

the illness in you become your friend
the more chronic the more your confidant
an arm rest over easy on illness
a pair of old friends

dỗ bệnh

Mỗi lần cơ thể gây thành chuyện
Ta lại cùng cơ thể chuyện trò
Dỗ nó chớ gây thành chuyện lớn
Nó nghĩ sao rồi nó lại cho

Bệnh ở trong người thành bệnh bạn
Bênh ở lâu dài thành bệnh thân
Gối tay lên bệnh nằm thanh thản
Thành một đôi ta rất đá vàng

Boun Ma Thuot, Vietnam. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm chụp

Mai Thảo [1927-1998] real name is Nguyen Dang Quy, another pen name: Nguyen Dang, he was born on June 8, 1927 in Con market, Quan Phuong Ha commune, Hai Hau district, Nam Dinh province (originally from Tho Khoi village, Gia Lam district, Bac Ninh province, the same hometown and related to the painter Le Thi Luu), his father was a merchant and wealthy landowner. Mai Thao absorbed his mother’s love of literature from Bac Ninh. As a child, he studied at a village school, went to Nam Dinh high school and then Hanoi (studied at Do Huu Vi school, later Chu Van An). In 1945, he followed the school to Hung Yen. When the war broke out in 1946, the family evacuated from Hanoi to Con market, in the “House of the Salt Water Region”, from then on Mai Thao left home to Thanh Hoa to join the resistance, wrote for newspapers, participated in art troupes traveling everywhere from Lien Khu Ba, Lien Khu Tu to the Viet Bac resistance zone. This period left a deep mark on his literature. In 1951, Mai Thao abandoned the resistance and went into the city to do business. In 1954, he migrated to the South. He wrote short stories for the newspapers Dan Chu, Lua Viet, and Nguoi Viet. He was the editor-in-chief of the newspapers Sang Tao (1956), Nghe Thuat (1965), and from 1974, he oversaw the Van newspaper. He participated in the literature and art programs of radio stations in Saigon from 1960 to 1975. On December 4, 1977, Mai Thao crossed the sea. After 7 days and nights at sea, the boat arrived at Pulau Besar, Malaysia. In early 1978, he was sponsored by his brother to go to the United States. Shortly after, he collaborated with Thanh Nam’s Dat Moi newspaper and several other overseas newspapers. In July 1982, he republished the Van magazine, and was editor-in-chief until 1996, when due to health problems, he handed it over to Nguyen Xuan Hoang; Two years later he died in Santa Ana, California on January 10, 1998.

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.

6 responses

  1. jonicaggiano avatar

    I love this philosophy. Great piece of writing, thank you for sharing. ❤️

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  2. zumpoems avatar

    Thanks for posting and translating.

    I found the idiom in line three a bit disruptive of the flow, so tried translating via Google Gemini :

    Every time the body causes trouble,

    I converse with the body once again,

    Coaxing it not to make a major fuss,

    It thinks it over, and then it yields.

    Illness within the body becomes a companion,

    A lingering illness becomes an intimate friend.

    Pillowing my arm on the illness, lying peacefully,

    We become a pair, steadfast as stone and gold.

    I prefer its handling of that third line smooth. Thoughts? Is Gemini doing a decent job if translating or is it too far afield? The translation seems poetic, but I don’t know how much of the original was altered to get to that translation.

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    1. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm avatar

      I had a conversation with my dad about AI this morning. A cool coincidence, right? I’ve been learning Vietnamese for the past ten years and in those ten years AI have improved a lot… Translating just happened along with it. I use internet search in general to research the words to understand the history of each word. And more often than not I get it wrong. Ten years later I would find these mistakes. A translation of any poem is a mere interpretation in that present moment. I read the same poem ten years later and it sometimes no longer feels the same. Because no two interpretations could ever be the same. It’s hard to say. Especially when poetry is more emotion than words. You are not wrong, if you feel Gemini is right. 🙂

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      1. zumpoems avatar

        “A translation of any poem is a mere interpretation in that present moment.” So well said. You have a human sense of poetic voice and appropriateness that Gemini AI does not have, but to your point translation is a combination of not only translation skills, fidelity to the original intent of the author, but also how you the interpreter is responding in that point in time, and they degree that they wish to impose their own poetic voice and own vision on that interpretation. You are doing the real work here to get your translations, and its great to see these poems shared.

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      2. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm avatar

        You are very kind, thank you.

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