tripping | Mai Thảo

mưa Sydney, tôi chụp một ngày lang thang. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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

slowly clearer is the end through the mist
clearer is the point of death
when it’s no longer clear under a car
the attraction of those under our feet

chuyến

Đểm cuối đường sương, điểm hiện dần
Hiện cùng điểm mất ở vong thân
Đáy xe, từ điểm vô hình tướng
Chết rũ theo người ở dưới chân


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 echo of time | Cư Sĩ Minh Đạt

The echo of time by Cư Sĩ Minh Đạt

thơ và tranh Cư Sĩ Minh Đạt
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch

drifts not does time
in a straight line
pliable round waves
rising

a calling
a departure from the origin
reaching the height of high
heaven

to then return
less than perfect compared to
the beginning
yet more graceful
embodying the colours of shapeless
adventures

the echo of time
asks no question
but infinitely sings
in a finite
hollow heart

tiếng vọng của thời gian

không trôi thẳng
thời gian
ngân lên từng vòng sóng mềm

một tiếng gọi
rời nguồn cội
chạm vào những tầng trời
xa xôi

rồi quay về
không vẹn nguyên như thuở đầu
mà dịu dàng
mang theo sắc màu những chuyến đi không hình bóng

tiếng vọng của thời gian
không hỏi ai
chỉ hát mãi
trong trái tim trống rỗng mà vô tận

“Đồng tử giãn ra mù dần như sự vô cảm của thời gian à anh? 

🙂

 ác nhỉ.” Trâm


 Cư Sĩ Minh Đạt is one of Hoàng Anh Dũng’s pseudonym. The poet and artist currently lives in Hồ Chí Minh City, Vietnam.

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.

waiting for a friend | Mai Thảo

Trâm's sketch of Mai Thảo

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

I know the road is long and it’s late
I left the door open and the stair lights on
You’re here now and I can’t remember whence you came
in the sightless sleep came the steady raindrops

đợi bạn

Nửa khuya đợi bạn từ xa tới
Cửa mở cầu thang để sáng đèn
Bạn tới lúc nào không biết nữa
Mưa thả đều trên giấc ngủ đen


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.

Santa Ana Winds | Mai Thảo

ALONE by Đinh Trường Chinh

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

through the canopy screaming
the whole season. the terror of a sea high in the sky
and we’re in the dark hidden from its eye
a soundless landing without the sound of a wave

Santa Ana Winds

Ngất đỉnh cây kia gió thét gào
Trọn mùa. Thành động biển trên cao
Bến ta tối khuất từ xa biển
Bờ chẳng còn ngân tiếng sóng nào


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.

And this is my soul | Nguyễn Viện

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

A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Viện
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A dream is not a dream when I die
ghosts piled on top of each other in a dark corner
ghosts piled on top of me from one life to another
my life repeated time and again day in day out when dreams are no longer dreams
when dreams repeat themselves the way the air repeatedly gets pumped through the narrow airways in my lungs
breaths so old that there is no oxygen left turn dreams into reality

the young woman said, “I loathe you”
hence I must die and in truth I have lived like a corpse
I have lain there for years and dreamed of life
the young woman said, “you will never understand me”
incomprehensible is life and I love her as I love what is incomprehensible
what I tried to reach both inside and outside of me is the incomprehensible

sometimes I think she is like me or belongs to me and she is me
as it turned out when the dreams were extinguished I realized that she is the ghosts that are piling up on top of me and I know I will never have any real dream
and the ghosts, they continue to choke me

Và đây là linh hồn tôi


Một giấc mơ không là một giấc mơ khi tôi nằm xuống
trong góc khuất với những bóng ma chồng chất lên nhau
những bóng ma cũng chồng chất lên tôi như thể chính tôi chồng chất lên tôi từ kiếp này qua kiếp khác
vì thế những giấc mơ không là giấc mơ khi tôi lập lại cuộc đời mình ngày này sang ngày khác một bộ dạng như nhau
cho đến khi cả những giấc mơ cũng lập lại nhau như tôi lập lại hơi thở với một lá phổi hẹp
và những hơi thở cũ đến nỗi không còn dưỡng khí và nó biến những giấc mơ thành hiện thực

cô gái nói, “tôi ghê tởm anh”
do đó tôi phải chết và thật sự thì tôi đã sống như một xác chết
tôi đã nằm ở đó nhiều năm và mơ tưởng sự sống
cô gái nói, “không bao giờ anh hiểu được tôi”
sự sống thì không thể hiểu và tôi yêu cô như yêu cái không hiểu được
cái không hiểu được có thể ở trong tôi hay ngòai tôi nhưng nó chính là cái tôi muốn vươn tới

đôi khi tôi tưởng cô cũng như tôi hay thuộc về tôi và là chính tôi
khi giấc mơ bị dập tắt, tôi nhận ra cô chính là những bóng ma chồng chất lên tôi và tôi biết sẽ không bao giờ tôi có một giấc mơ thật sự
những bóng ma ấy vẫn làm tôi nghẹt thở

18.7.2011


Nguyễn Viện, born Nguyễn Văn Viện, on February 1, 1949 in Dong Xa, Hai Duong, is a journalist and writer, self-published author, on noteworthy subjects like sex and politics, listed by RFA as Resistance Literature. Currently living and writing in Saigon, Vietnam.

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 YOU ARE HOME | Nguyễn Viện

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

A poem in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Viện
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

the sand is hot
thorns popping out of the ground
all around
your feet
your head buried
in the wind ignored
the demons digging around inside your blood vessels
as the swarm of flies pull you down
an emptiness

precarious by the day
your footing on the sand
hot with a bloodless heart
try to stop yourself from disappearing
between the urges of the soul and blind obsession

where I could never be
your fingers falling apart each time you try to hold onto what is sweet
your heels slipping on the same old thing
where I will never know
where all hope is lost

and then you would ask for help with just
the one question: “How are you?”

NƠI EM VỀ

Cát nóng và gai nhọn mọc quanh bàn chân
Em úp mặt vào gió và mặc cho bọn quỉ bươi móc trong huyết quản
Trong lúc lũ ruồi kéo em xuống
Một khoảng trống
 
Càng lúc càng mong manh
Nhưng làm thế nào để em đứng vững giữa cát nóng với một trái tim khô
Làm thế nào để em đừng tan ra giữa sự thôi thúc của linh hồn và sự ám ảnh mù mịt
 
Nơi anh không thể tới
Những ngón tay em đứt rời khi bám vào sự ngọt ngào
Những ngón chân em trơn trượt trên những cái cũ mèm không thể gỡ bỏ
Nơi anh không biết
Đã mất hút niềm hy vọng
 
Và rồi em cầu cứu
Chỉ với một câu hỏi: “Anh khoẻ không?”
 
5.4.2009


Nguyễn Viện, born Nguyễn Văn Viện, on February 1, 1949 in Dong Xa, Hai Duong, is a journalist and writer, self-published author, on noteworthy subjects like sex and politics, listed by RFA as Resistance Literature. Currently living and writing in Saigon, Vietnam.

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.

to never wake up | Du Tử Lê

"và con mèo mun của nàng vừa trở về sau một cơn mưa". minh quạ cực ngắn 🙂 năm mèo.12.3.2023.đtc. Art: Đinh Trường Chinh

A poem in Vietnamese by Du Tử Lê
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

she sleeps in the trees
in the heat of summer
green and soft breaths. not
the return of the heron

she sleeps in the fall
tired branches bent limps
the load of my dying love
soon with this imprisoned heart
at the height of the moonrise
she I will miss

she sleeps in winter
my weeping meadow
as she cross the river
miss maybe our pillow
the depths of my regret
the chill of my future

she sleeps in the spring
the flowers mumbling
my feet stumbling
upon loneliness fall
have you not a word for me ?
….

you sleep in my heart
to never wake up
a lifetime is not much
abandoned is my seat
by your side .

chẳng bao giờ dậy nữa


em ngủ trong rừng cây
giữa mùa hè rực rỡ
bày hạc không về đây
lá xanh. mềm hơi thở

em ngủ trong mùa thu
những hàng cây lưng gù
gánh tình tôi héo rụng
ngày sau trong tâm tù
nhớ em trăng rất muộn

em ngủ trong mùa đông
cánh đồng tôi nước ròng
em đi qua bến sông
nhớ gì chăn gối cũ
linh hồn tôi ăn năn
về giữa ngày giá buốt

em ngủ trong mùa xuân
mùa xuân đã âm thầm
bàn chân khua góc phố
tôi rơi cùng cô đơn
em còn không tiếng nói?

em ngủ trong lòng tôi
chẳng bao giờ dậy nữa
một đời rồi cũng thôi
chỗ ngồi kia đã bỏ.


Du Tử Lê, born 1942, Kim Bang, Ha Nam, Vietnam. The poet was the author of more than 70 publications. He graduated from Saigon University of Literature, and he was an intern at a newspaper in Indianapolis, Indiana (1969). The poet died in 2019, in Garden Grove, California, United States.

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.