Right foot steps to father
Left foot steps to mother
One step touches voice
Two steps to laughter
Your companion loves you so much, my child
Weaving threads, stitching flowers
House walls resonate with songs
Forests give flowers
Roads for tender hearts
Parents always remember wedding days
The most beautiful first day in life
Your companion misses you so much, my child
Measuring sadness
Nurturing greatness from afar
However it is, father still wants
To live on rocks without complaining of ruggedness
To live in poverty-stricken valleys without complaint
Living like rivers, like streams
Climbing waterfalls, descending rapids
Unafraid of hardships
Your companion, raw in flesh and blood
Not many are small, my child
Your companion carves stones to elevate homeland
While homeland makes traditions
My child, though raw in flesh and blood
Embark
Never can you be small
Listen, my child.
Source:
1. Vietnamese Poetry 1945-1985, Publishing House of Education, Hanoi, 1985
2. Literature 9 (Volume 2), Publishing House of Education, 2010
Speak to thy child.In the village, known by name.
My offspring, hear the tale of thy birthplace.
Village Name
Hamlet MonikerIn the midst of tranquility, lies a hamlet...
I am the sorrow of my Father
I am the joy of my Father
I am the thread of happinessUnder the silent night sky
Above us, the moon softly shines
Quiet Night
Silent NightThe Ancient Street
Old street
Amidst the old streets
Where echoes of the past lingerIn the embrace of maternal wisdom
A Winter Streetlight Tale
Oh chilly sky
Winter streetlight
Winter Streetlamp SymphonyFor you, each tranquil day
Peaceful Heartbeats
Each day, a serene gift for you
Every day, tranquility for youYou - a shower of rain - a flame
Days by the stream, thoughts of you arise
You - a downpour - a flame
You - a downpour - a blazeUnder the moonlight, a wild cat roams the deserted streets, its plaintive cries echoing in the silent night. No one dares to disturb the tranquility of the sleeping city, yet the wild cat persists in its lonely journey. Its mournful wails reminiscent of a lost child, abandoned and forsaken. Oh, stray cat, come hither! We shall open our doors to welcome thee warmly. Why do you hesitate? Come inside before illness befalls you, dear feline friend. You are not alone; I am your companion, despite your denial. Alas, the deceit of humanity... It wanders away, crying out in despair.
In the depths of darkness, the wild cat prowls, its haunting presence a testament to the solitude of the night. Its plaintive meows pierce the stillness, evoking memories of times long past, of battles fought and lost. Listen closely, for its cries are a symphony of sorrow, a plea for companionship in a world devoid of warmth. Oh, wild cat, why do you linger? We offer you shelter and solace within these walls. Do not be afraid; come forth and embrace the kindness that awaits you. For I am your ally, not your enemy, despite your mistrust. But alas, the lies of humanity... It turns away, crying out in anguish.
Beneath the starry sky, the wild cat roams freely, its graceful movements a dance of defiance against the darkness. With each step, it whispers tales of resilience and survival, of battles won and scars earned. Yet, amidst the quiet of the night, its cries echo with longing, a yearning for connection in a world of isolation. Oh, stray cat, why do you resist? Join us within these walls, where warmth and friendship await. Fear not the unknown, for I am your comrade, not your foe, despite your doubts. But alas, the treachery of humanity... It departs, lamenting its fate.
Wildcat
Buzz
