THE TRANSLATOR | Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

THE TRANSLATOR

a ghost
accidently possessing
the author
sometimes invited
out from the sea
from the sky
the attraction
allure, magnetism
sometimes the ghost does not want to
but loves to wander and play
like dracular
flying nowhere in particular
out in the world
as a ghost
it’s fun
hence, it’s not done.


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.

MY LIFE | Lê Vĩnh Tài [484]

Sông Hương, Huế, Việt Nam Winter 2025. Photography Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Since the day she had left for the sea, I have lived on a mountain, all roads lead to one gate, it is always locked with a sign at the top: “My life.”

Each morning, I find myself in front a mirror that no longer has a reflection of me. In the mirror I see her flying away into the horizon. I would lift my finger to touch the thick film of dust on the mirror. People say: it’s not her at all, it was my memory trapped inside the shards of glass.

I did try to find “My life” else where, not in the mirror. Say the identification papers, citizenship, electric or water bill… but “My life” no matter where it might be have been separated into a series of numbers, a mindless data. I met the man who separates these series of numbers as a profession, he has a scanty black beard, he said:

– You told her your life was more important right? I nodded.

– Then you should live up to your word, forget the small stuff. From this day on, you should live up to the shadow of that life.

I asked:

– And her?

The man with the scanty beard smiled:

– She is your life. You were the one who had given it away.

I understood then that I didn’t have a choice. Convicted, I had no choice but to live my life without her. In the dark room, I heard her small voice:

– You are right, but the truth can not save you. I opened my eyes. There was no one there. When she left, I understood that my life had left with her, left behind was a body that breathes.

She left.
I stayed.
Both had taken with them “my life.”

CUỘC ĐỜI TÔI

Từ ngày nàng về biển, tôi sống trên một ngọn núi, mọi con đường đều dẫn về một cánh cổng khép kín, phía trên treo tấm bảng: “Cuộc đời tôi.”

Mỗi buổi sáng, tôi ngồi trước gương nhưng tấm gương không còn phản chiếu hình ảnh của tôi. Trong gương tôi thấy em đang bay về phía chân trời. Tôi đưa tay ra chỉ chạm được vào lớp bụi dày trên gương. Người ta bảo: đấy không phải hình ảnh của em, mà là ký ức của tôi bị chính tôi giam giữ trong những mảnh thủy tinh.

Tôi cũng thử đi tìm “Cuộc đời tôi” ở nơi khác, không phải ở trong gương. Ví như trong giấy chứng minh nhân dân, trong hóa đơn điện nước… nhưng “Cuộc đời tôi” dù ở bất kỳ đâu cũng đã bị người ta tách riêng ra thành một dãy các con số, một dữ liệu vô tri. Tôi gặp người đàn ông chuyên tách các dãy số, ông ta có hàm râu thưa màu đen, ông ta nói:

– Anh bảo với người con gái ấy rằng cuộc đời anh quan trọng hơn, đúng không? Tôi gật đầu.

– Vậy thì anh hãy sống đúng như lời mình nói đi, cứ quanh quẩn tìm kiếm cái không quan trọng làm gì. Từ nay trở đi, mỗi ngày anh sống là cái bóng của chính cuộc đời ấy.

Tôi hỏi:

– Thế còn cô ấy?

Người đàn ông râu thưa màu đen mỉm cười:

– Cô ấy chính là cuộc đời anh. Và anh đã tự tay giao nó đi mất rồi.

Tôi hiểu mình không còn quyền lựa chọn. Tôi bị kết án, bị buộc phải đi qua vô tận những ngày không còn em. Trong căn phòng tối, tôi nghe giọng em thì thầm:

– Anh nói đúng, nhưng đúng là sự thật không cứu được anh đâu. Tôi mở mắt. Không còn ai ở đó. Khi em rời đi, tôi nhận ra cuộc đời tôi đã đi cùng em, còn lại chỉ là xác thân biết thở.

Em bước đi.
Tôi ở lại.
Cả hai đều mang theo “cuộc đời tôi.”


Lê Vĩnh Tài, the poet and translator born in 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a resident of the Western Highlands and a businessman in Buon Ma Thuot.

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.

almost a decade | Mai Thảo

Boun Ma Thuot, Vietnam. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm chụp

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

the incense burning up this half of the world
permeating day and night then back to the other side
half breaking off into a number of uncountable seas
the scattering of ten seasons of spring

năm thứ mười

Nhánh hương thắp nửa này trái đất
Bay đêm ngày về nửa bên kia
Nửa đường hương gãy trăm nghìn biển
Rụng xuống mười xuân đã đứt lìa


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.

the past | Mai Thảo

A poem by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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

sometimes the ghost, they wake up
like a storm in one’s heart, so it can
sadly relay to the rest of the old ghosts
the coffin is already in the ground

quá khứ

Đôi lúc những hồn ma thức giấc
Làm gió mưa bão táp trong lòng
Ngậm ngùi bảo những hồn ma cũ
Huyệt đã chôn rồi lấp đã xong


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.

way above humanity | Mai Thảo

tHO mAI tHAO

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

The plane flew over Lake Michigan
Eight thousand in the water
The plane flew over Long Island Estuary
Seven thousand on the ground
At the top of a skyscraper
A coffin as cold as ice flew
Four hundred people fast asleep

Vietnam is up alone
Lit up and all sparkly
Way above humanity

trên loài người cách biệt

Phi cơ bay qua Hồ Lớn Michigan
Tám ngàn trên mặt biển
Phi cơ bay qua mõm biển Long Island
Bảy ngàn trên mặt đất
Thượng tầng trời
Quan tài bay lạnh buốt như băng
Bốn trăm người ngủ hết

Việt Nam thức một mình
Một điểm thức lung linh
Trên loài người cách biệt


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.

where people are being born | Lê Vĩnh Tài [482]

Buon Ma Thuot, Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

Thơ Lê Vĩnh Tài
Translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

when one see a mute man dancing
in a rock garden, will his eulogy be at all
discernible?

read
when he is dumb
when they say he is deaf

but he was born to discern
how the world is falling apart
where everything had drifted away
forgotten and was lost

at the side of a mountain where the internet did not reach
just a hand written poem that could break
one’s heart

even the deaf can read
knows that time waits for no one

choked up because of those eyes
even though he is dumb and deaf
discernible still is the world through his eyes

does the world not have eyes?
does the world not have ears?

where people are being born
welcoming their new soul
at a funeral parlor
who will come back?

trong một khu vườn toàn đá
có một người đàn ông câm
đang nhảy múa
chúng ta biết gì về bài văn tế lễ tang
ông ta đang đọc?

đọc
vậy có lẽ ông không bị câm
người ta nói ông bị điếc

ông không sinh ra để nghe
thế giới đang bùng nổ
từ một nơi trôi dạt
đã bị lãng quên

bên sườn núi không có internet
chỉ bài thơ chép tay còn ẩn dụ một tin tức
ngực

vì người điếc vẫn biết đọc
cảm nhận thời gian không ai chờ đợi

cái nhìn
lên màn hình nghẹt thở
người đàn ông dù câm và điếc
vẫn có đôi mắt nhìn ra thế giới

có đôi mắt trên thế giới này không?
có đôi tai trong thế giới này không?

nơi mọi người vẫn đang được sinh ra
chào mừng linh hồn của họ
tại nhà tang lễ
vậy còn ai sẽ quay về?


Lê Vĩnh Tài, the poet and translator born in 1966 in Buon Ma Thuot, Daklak, Vietnam. The retired doctor is still a resident of the Western Highlands and a businessman in Buon Ma Thuot.

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.

on the bus | Mai Thảo

NYC, USA. photography by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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

nodding off to sleep on an endless bus ride
coming along for the ride is the rest of the world nodding off
waking up in time to get off
face the painful harden truth

trên bus

Đường xa hun hút ngủ gà gật
Nhân gian cũng gà gật theo đầu
Lúc cùng tỉnh thức cùng đi xuống
Lại hiện nguyên hình khối ngọc đau


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.

Old books and the same old story | Viên Linh

Viên Linh by Đinh Trường Chinh

A poem in Vietnamese by Viên Linh
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

a sad soul
forty with a head full of white hair
embodying the burnt books
chilling ashes of someone else’s revolution.

the injustice of the letters
broken heart with no voice
hid the bubbling desire
bottomless sadness

time passing by in the dark
playing the vinyl missing friends
scattered and exiled across the world
the old books and me and the same story

2.

us in the middle of a red hot summer
raining blood and gale
pushing to where the ghostly sail
not a single shelter

the waiting years
where were the souls I hold dear
mowing the lawn
watering the grass with my tears

in the dying light miss
the inkwell and nib
my writing desk is an abandoned crypt
demonic tears songs of mourning

3.

dormant demons and blank pieces of paper
waiting mine field
unending under currents
look for each other in nihilism

separated by the South seas
to the bottom of the East sea meet
for survival separate
for the motherland live in exile

so I’m a little sad for my so
O mournful heart

Chuyện Vãn Cùng Sách Cũ

Xưa một kẻ u cư
Bốn mươi đầu bạc trắng
Ta thân xác phần thư
Đời tro than nguội lạnh.

Chữ nghĩa đã hàm oan
Tâm kiệt cùng mực cạn
Ẩn mật chút men trong
Cất lòng sầu vô hạn.

Hầm tối tháng ngày qua
Nghe nhạc vàng nhớ bạn
Lưu lạc nơi xứ người
Sách cùng ta chuyện vãn.

2.

Chuyện ta mùa hạ đỏ
Mưa máu đẩy thuyền ma
Về đâu trời đất tận
Tìm không một mái nhà.

Mấy năm rồi ngóng đợi
Bằng hữu biệt muôn phương
Có chiều ta xén cỏ
Lệ rơi trong góc vườn.

Có chiều thương bút mực
Bàn viết như mồ hoang
Yên nằm hồn lệ quỉ
Chờ ý xuống hộ tang.

3.

Quỉ ơi đời giấy trắng
Chờ ngươi đã nhiều năm
Có nghe nghìn xác sóng
Tìm nhau ngoài hư không.

Xa nhau bờ Nam Hải
Gặp nhau lòng Biển Đông
Sinh ly thà thủy biệt
Quê hương thà lưu vong.

Chuyện ta hờn chí nhỏ
Tâm ta ừ tâm tang.


Vien Linh [1936-2024] grew up in Saigon. He made a living as a writer since 1962, and was the Editor-in-Chief of many weekly newspapers specializing in literature and art such as Kich Anh, Nghe Thuat, Khoi Hanh, Hong, Thoi Tap, Dan Ta… He was the Editor-in-Chief of Tien Tuyen Daily Newspaper of the General Department of Political Warfare for more than 6 years of military service, with editors Le Dinh Thach and Ha Thuong Nhan. He was discharged in 1972. March 28, 2024 the poet Vien Linh passed away at 11:11 a.m. in Virginia, USA, at the age of 86.

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.