Huế | Bạch Diệp

thơ Bạch Diệp
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch ra anh ngữ

in my dream
there’s a city far far away
a city drifting in a purple mist
there the streets are as green as velvet
shimmering through its kingdom is a river that drapes like silk
someone’s voice
more of a whisper(nhẹ rứa) is as soft
as the clouds as the mist
as true as poetry
an aching longing in my heart

I have ran away from the ancient eaves of Bao Vinh
from the call for departure from Văn Lâu Thừa Phủ bus stop
drunk often by the permeating air of camphor
beneath a turquoise starry night at Linh Mụ wharf
carries in the breeze are the notes of unbearable sadness
just once in “a house of a wanderer”
as the bells of Phủ Cam Cathedral ring you lit a candle
I remember how…

thin you were like Huế in the fall
scattered leaves in Rú Chá(our mangrove primeval forest)
Who is Huế waiting for with all its thirteen gates wide open
Tịnh Tâm blooming lotus during the fasting seasons
Scent of spicy ginger blooms by Tuần ferry terminal
I have travelled to the end of the earth beneath the same sky
searching for a meal balanced in yin and yang and the five elements
the way Mạ gather each fresh stem of green for you to season
with ruốc cay(shredded pork/chicken/prawn)
now that is Huế!

Bạch Diệp in Huế, Vietnam.

Bạch Diệp, the poet and artist lives in Hue, 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.

Listening to the sound of rice being pounded in a mortar and pestle | Hồ Chí Minh

Thôn Diên Lão, phography Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

thơ Hồ Chí Minh
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch

pounded over and over again
the grain of rice had to endure the pain
but once the husk is removed and forgotten
the grain of rice is as white as cotton
people in life are much the same
to succeed one have to endure the pain

Văn thung mễ thanh


Mễ bị thung thì hẩn thống khổ
Ký thung chi hậu bạch như miên
Nhân sinh tại thế dã giá dạng
Khốn nan thị nhĩ ngọc thành thiên


Hồ Chí Minh [1890-1969] Bác Hồ, Uncle Ho, the poet was a Vietnamese revolutionary and politician who served as the founder and first president of the Democratic Republic of Vietnam from 1945 until his death in 1969, and as its first prime minister from 1945 to 1955.

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.

HOW TO CONFESS… | Nguyễn Thị Minh Ngọc

Nguyễn Thị Minh Ngọc

thơ Nguyễn Thị Minh Ngọc
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch

how to confess your love and not lose it
grill other people on how to for the first time love
the unknown doors to brave new worlds
words
vernacular of the flesh
wordless gaze
forget them
run
and that includes death
and still most unfamiliar is affection
the unmet gaze of those we love
dumb anxieties may it be a mean or kind dream

ah who am I to say
to have lived this long to never again love
head first into a river called life
like a fish out of water
craving for death
the way the marriage bed had denied me
as we laugh and cry half a lifetime withered away
by the games we play
cross stitches of pride over shame and humiliation
ignoring the sting of bindii
under foot mistaking it for a lover
love came out of nowhere
over the mountains
through the ravines of a life spent
may it be life or death matter - no
the enthusiasm for oblivion

discerning the bitter struggle
smells of an impending storm
hid behind mirrors of illusions
the way storms are imprisoned
in the smallness of one's fist
as the clouds in the sky would hid
the affections reflected
a fox with nine tails abstained
from worldly interactions for 999 years
and 364 days and its tails are dripping
teary still
cunning enough to get marry
to avoid being strike down by lightning
cunning enough to get marry
as a glorify way to confess
love
regardless of a love that is not real
regardless of the agony of true pain
regardless of how harden humanity had become
in its wisdom water could still break
a misguided spirit guardian howling in the dark
enough fret to trouble the moon

LÀM THẾ NÀO…

 
Làm thế nào để tỏ tình mà tình không biến mất
tra vấn tha nhân bài học vỡ lòng yêu
Những cánh cửa đời xa lạ biết bao-
lời,
ngôn ngữ thân xác,
mắt câm,
quên nó đi,
chạy,
và cả chết…
Nhưng xa lạ nhất vẫn là tình
Người mà ta không dám ngó vào mắt khi đối diện
ngẩn ngơ lo cơn mộng dữ hay lành

Ôi ta,
sống đến đây tưởng như không bao giờ yêu được nữa
lao vào dòng sống ngày mỗi ngày
như cá lao mình khỏi nước
nhìn cái chết thèm thuồng
như nhìn chiếc giừơng cưới luôn chối từ ta
tàn nửa đời trộn cười khóc làm trò chơi
đan xéo lòng kiêu nhòa nỗi nhục
giả dại hôn ngọn cỏ châm đau mà ngỡ người tình
Chợt tình đến,
ngang tàng núi non,
lạnh lẽo huyệt thẳm
mòn sống,
thờ ơ chết,
nồng nhiệt với hư vô

Cảm được vị đắng nhọc nhằn,
mùi giông sắp đến
đành nhốt tình sau tấm gương bóng ảo chờn chờn
như nhốt bão trong lòng tay nhỏ
như vùa mây đỉnh trời che kính chiếu yêu
hồ ly tu 999 năm 364 ngày,
đuôi còn nhỏ lệ
mưu toan kết hôn chạy trốn sét trời
mưu toan kết hôn như để tỏ tình
Yêu,
bất chấp tình ảo
bất chấp nỗi đau đớn thật
bất chấp ngọc người ngàn năm tri thức tan bóng nước
Tịch tà lạc bóng
âm âm tiếng hú gợn nhàu trăng



Nguyễn Thị Minh Ngọc

Director Nguyễn Thị Minh Ngọc, born 5 August 1953 in Bà Rịa, Vietnam. She graduated from stage directing in 1980, trained as an actor at the Ho Chi Minh City School of Theater and Cinema and Tran Huu Trang Theater. She was a student of director Nguyen Tuong Tran (second generation disciple of Konstantin Stanislavski), trained as a cải lương performer with People’s Artist Phung Ha, and she trained many renowned native and international drama and cải lương artists like: Meritorious Artist Huu Chau, Huu Nghia, Hong Dao, Quang Minh, Meritorious Artist Huu Quoc, Meritorious Artist My Hang, Luong My, Mai Lan, Hoa Hiep, Xuan Trang, Thanh Phuong.

She taught the subjects of Screenwriting, Drama Theory and History of Vietnamese Theatre at several colleges and universities, co-founded the Experimental Directing Club (1985), staged about 30 traditional and contemporary plays, wrote about 70 traditional and contemporary plays for the stage and about 30 scripts for cinema, hundreds of episodes for television, several research works on theatre and reformed opera, attended many festivals, seminars, composed and researched on theatre and education in the country and in Australia, England, France, Germany, Tanzania, Norway, Sweden, Philippines, USA, Indonesia, and was the stage personality of the year 2004 voted by Vietnam Television.

She was an actress for the stages: 5B Vo Van Tan, Idecaf… The roles that the audience remembers: Otilia, The Chicken Raising Girl & The Old Girl (Du Luan Quan Chung), Aunt Ba Kim Duyen (Ngoi Nha Khong Dan Men), Grandma (Cau Dong), Grandma Ca & Grandma To Gia (Long Dang Do Cao), Grandma (Tam Nguoi Dan Ba), Crazy Audience (Thuong Hoai Ngan Nam), Grandma Hanh Ngo (Mot va cua toi?). The most recent role was Grandma Vu in the MV Tan Vo with Dam Vinh Hung and Nhan Phuc Vinh.[1] The performance “The Last Romantic” is a 60-minute solo performance made up of ten tragicomic monologues that Nguyen Thi Minh Ngoc used to illustrate her talks about theater at universities in and outside the country.

In addition, she is also a member of the Writers, Theater, and Cinema Associations, and is one of the 20 outstanding writers of Ho Chi Minh City selected by the Ho Chi Minh City Writers Association.

She is the first Vietnamese woman to bring Vietnamese works to the off-off Broadway stage in New York as an author, director and actress, including: Lost Woman (2008) and We Are… (2011). She was selected as the highlight of the Vietnamese International Film Festival (VIFF) in the US (2007).

In addition to documentaries about Nguyen Thi Minh Ngoc produced by VTV, HTV, Binh Duong, and Long An television stations, in 2015, director Hung Phuong made the documentary “Nguyen Thi Minh Ngoc – The Treasure Keeper of Gold and Jade” 19’36” long and won first prize in the “I Preserve Beauty” contest.


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.

tình yêu là hai ngôn ngữ trong một bài thơ

Trâm dịch



#nguyenthiphuongtram #literaturebeyondborder #vanhocngoaibien #songngutaitram #Aristotle

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.

missing from the sea

nguyễn thị phương trâm dịch trịnh công sơn “biển nhớ”




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.

100 năm quốc gia đã được bị tẩy não bởi giới tinh hoa

nguyễn thị phương trâm


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.

Can’t sleep | Hồ Chí Minh

Vietnamese flag on flagpole textile cloth fabric waving on the top sunrise mist fog

thơ Hồ Chí Minh
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch

2am 4am and it was six
tossing and turning all in the mix
8am 10am in a blink
the soul was engulf in a 5 points yellow star

Thụy bất trước


Nhất canh nhị canh hựu tam canh
Triển chuyển bồi hồi thụy bất thành
Tứ ngũ canh thì tài hợp nhãn
Mộng hồn hoàn nhiễu ngũ tiêm tinh.


Hồ Chí Minh [1890-1969] Bác Hồ, Uncle Ho, the poet was a Vietnamese revolutionary and politician who served as the founder and first president of the Democratic Republic of Vietnam from 1945 until his death in 1969, and as its first prime minister from 1945 to 1955.

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 smell of burning grass | Hoàng Anh

Vietnamese flag on flagpole textile cloth fabric waving on the top sunrise mist fog

thơ Hoàng Anh
Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm dịch

Child, can you smell it?
the burning grass in the night
spattered flesh, congealed and wet on the grass
the blood diluting the water of Sông Thạch Hãn
eighty one legendary days they fought
men and women defending land and country

Child, can you spare the tears?
as the blood shine like the gloss on your lips
the fearlessness of twenty-year-old-s
through the lecture halls of Hoàng Thành Thăng Long the echoes
long march of permeating fire – blood and smoke

Child, can you feel the pain?
their path was a burning blood bath
as the walls of Quảng Trị archived history with their bones
deep in the waters of Thạch Hãn is cold still
with their uncountable souls will
it be enough to subdue,
be enough of a refuge for your pain?

Now child
if you are ever in the citadel, lower your head
be silent, bow with respect, step lightly
lest you hurt the souls of the fallen
soldiers, men and women
with plain reverence light an incense pray
that they may
rest in peace
lest we forget

MÙI CỎ CHÁY


Em có nghe mùi cỏ cháy trong đêm
Da thịt anh rưới thềm hoa cỏ dại
Sông Thạch Hãn nhuốm màu loang quằn quại
Tám mốt ngày huyền thoại giữ nước non

Em có khóc khi vệt máu còn son
Tuổi hai mươi nhựa căng tràn sức sống
Nơi giảng đường Hoàng Thành Thăng Long vọng
Lửa- máu tràn loang loáng khói trường chinh

Các anh đi nơi máu lửa quanh mình
Thành Quảng Trị lịch sử bằng xương máu
Em có đau Thạch Hãn còn nương náu
Vạn linh hồn vẫn lạnh buốt vùi sâu

Đến thành cổ hãy nghiêng mình thật lâu
Xin nhẹ bước kẻo đau hồn liệt sỹ
Thắp nén hương gửi tâm tình dung dị
Cầu các anh yên nghỉ mãi ngàn năm

Hoàng Anh 26/7/16

Viết nhân ngày thương binh liệt sĩ 27/7.


Hoàng Anh, a poet in 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.