Top 10 Most Beautiful Poems by Poet Nguyen Dinh Huan

Homeland is a chirping cicada sound

Mother's lullaby in the hot summer, oh my

The river, our water-filled homeland

Homeland is a corner of childhood sky

Homeland of that day seems like a dream

I was the adorable naive little boy

Homeland is the sound of a kite flute

It's the white stork's wings in the evening by the riverbank

Homeland is the village market

Midday market, hoping for mother to bring back rice crackers

Homeland is a rooster crow

Dawn crowing echoing in the village

Homeland is the golden fields

The fragrant smell of ripe rice fields under the evening sky

Homeland is the beloved mother's figure

In brown clothes, a palm-leaf conical hat, swaying on the way back

Homeland brings about a nostalgic longing

Anyone who goes far away always longs to return to the old place

Homeland is the rain showers

Homeland is the rows of coconut trees along the canal

Homeland carries heavy sentiments

My homeland there is beautiful, lovely, and wonderful

Our homeland there is the place

Where we bury the roots, remember, oh remember.

I wish to take you back to Ben Tre

A place you've only heard me speak of

The Western land, with its fragrance and wind

The Tiền River flows vast and deep

Coconut trees lean, casting shadows by the river

Rach Mieu Bridge spans, magnificent and grand

Old Ben Tre, the revolutionary land

Long-haired soldiers, graceful and steadfast

Mỏ Cày, Ba Tri renowned throughout

The people of Ben Tre, valiant and bold

For their country, they sacrificed without hesitation

How marvelous those girls of yesteryears

Rising up, they faced America's fears

Ben Tre's daughters, tall as the straight coconut trees

In the war against America, silently they stood

Smiles so gentle, radiant under the sun

Ben Tre's daughters, beauty in spirit and form

Visiting Phung Islet, your laughter enchants

Parting ways, my heart lingers with longing

Land's love, people's love, intertwined together.

If sorrow could be turned into material wealth,

I'd be the richest person in the world.

If the sorrow I carry were to be sown into the earth,

Pain would sprout, transforming into vast mountains.

If bitterness were as sweet as honey,

Then my body wouldn't feel so cold.

Gathering it all up, I'd sell it all,

So I could buy countless silver and gold for you.

I wouldn't be a wandering vagabond anymore,

No longer homeless, wandering here and there.

I'd welcome you to a newly built villa,

Guiding you up the throne... you'd become a queen.

I'd proudly be the happiest person,

Having raised you to the pinnacle of glory.

My life would be joyful, with nothing to lose,

Throughout the seasons, as if it were perpetual spring.

But alas, that's not the truth.

Sadness and pain still line up,

Bitterness still pervades day and night.

You followed another, leaving me deserted.

I am proud of the homeland where I come from.

You know, that's Hai Duong, my hometown.

Thanh Ha, the land of ripe red lychees.

Months and years sweetly sway in the fragrant breeze.

Gia Loc, this season, is filled with the aroma of melons.

Luong Dinh Cua, from ancient times, renowned for seed breeding.

The sweet and fragrant oranges and pomelos of my homeland.

Oai Le Roi has echoed its reputation far and wide.

The people of Hai Duong were once famous heroes.

Mac Thi Buoi, steadfast and valiant.

Luuong Quoc Trang Nguyen, who traveled the country several times.

The Chinese nation bows its head in respect.

Mac Dinh Chi, from Nam Sach, where else could he be.

Chi Linh, where the Bac Stream flows deep.

Enemies, when they come, find only rugged paths.

Con Son, with its grandeur, resounds with the music of flowing streams.

Nguyen Trai, from court to countryside, from poverty to prominence.

Chu Van An, following the bright path.

Returning to the countryside to live for countless days and months.

Teaching letters, teaching people, enlightening our homeland.

Mao Dien Temple, where many talented scholars were honored.

Hai Duong people, that's where I'm from.

People from my hometown, it's the same everywhere.

Always sincere, can't you see, my dear?

Once again he rises amidst the sun and wind of the Central Highlands

Savoring the warm and hearty Y Miên wine

The wine or your radiant smile, which intoxicates more?

Upon first meeting you, he was already enchanted

The plateau wind makes your hair dance in the air

Golden wildflowers sway along the mountain streets

A cup of fragrant black coffee, deeply captivating

The city lights up in the late afternoon of winter

Your dance steps under the red fire are like a melody

You're enthralled by the lively gong sounds

Shared glances evoke our inner passions

He's already intoxicated, swaying in Buôn Mê

The untouched Central Highlands make him forget the way back

Is it the enticing aroma of coffee?

Or your dance that drives him into a frenzy?

He carries back with him peaceful slumber

Parting with you, the gentle wildflowers of the mountains

Dreaming of one day walking side by side with you

In the midst of life, we walk against the current and with it.

They have grown up, no longer childish

I only need you to be that way

When work ends, you come home to sit by your wife

All the worries, all the troubles

Left outside when you come home

You come to me, to your loving wife

It's shedding all worries and troubles

For our family to gather in the evening

The dinner I hurriedly cooked smells delicious

I only need you to educate our children

They have grown up, no longer childish

In the world outside, you're the one who toils

But when you come home, it's a place of peace

Life now has many difficulties

But our home is always filled with happiness

We share love with bánh đa and bánh đúc

Both in glory and in hardship

That's all I need, my dear

Not much, just that, my love

For our family to be safe and happy

Our home, let it be like this, my dear.

Days without you, the longing grows longer.

Do you know, without you, the nights are silent?

There are nights I stay awake alone.

Living quietly with the lonely shadow.

The day you left, you must have been angry.

I don't know what else to say, dear.

Still, we know, life's love always has a price.

If borrowed, it must be repaid, my dear.

Regretting our fragile fate.

We love each other but couldn't become husband and wife.

We're like a river, with banks eroded and flooded.

Years have passed but it feels like yesterday.

I have to follow and walk away.

Saying goodbye, tears fade.

Now, we're apart, distanced.

Alone in a foreign land, lonely.

Blaming myself for not being more considerate.

Without you, life is bitter.

Remembering our love, silent for years.

Years have passed, yet I still can't forget you.

War passes, leaving behind lingering pain

Countless scenes of life filled with sorrow and hardship

Mother lost far away…on the battlefield

Wife lost, holding onto bones, lost in grief

Some soldiers never return to their homeland

But the suffering piles up, burdening a lifetime

Some soldiers lose their minds, wandering aimlessly

When they wake up, the times have changed

Who to blame, who is at fault

All mistakes caused by war

They sacrifice their bodies and youthful years

For the nation's perfect picture

A peaceful life, warm meals, and comfort

Kites soar with the sound of flutes

They ask for no repayment for their sacrifices

They put down their guns to return to the fields of rice

Working from dawn till dusk, in faded green attire

They endure the scorching sun, storms, and typhoons

For greener rice fields and beautiful landscapes.

For years, wandering through life's trials

At home, mother's love still lingers

A corner of life for me to lean on

A haven when the lights go out

I return to the old path, the familiar garden corner

At night, listening to the crickets sing

A warmth fills my heart after years of drifting

Eating simple home-cooked meals with mother

Mother is here, guiding me back

Despite the biting cold, I feel warmth

Just like in the old days when I was young

Returning from school, eating rice with fish sauce and vegetables

Mother's hair, now gray, once so dark

My hair, too, has faded with time

Truly peaceful, home in the morning

Birds singing, a moment of tranquility

I sit beside my dear mother

All worries fade away

Recalling old memories, a lively time

I want to return to my childhood.

Is Hanoi very cold this season?

The northerly wind blows through the streets in the afternoon

The banyan tree stands tall, shedding its leaves

Who walks against the wind in the late afternoon?

The street vendor carries her basket of flowers

Hearing the silent footsteps

Hanoi, contemplative as ever

When far away, we can't forget

Perhaps because Hanoi has you

The girl from the East I once knew

Like a rose with pink lips and rosy cheeks

Shyly blushing when I confessed my love

Hanoi this season, the trees sway

Wanting to be with you when shadows fall

We exchange passionate kisses

Sweet words warm our hearts

In Saigon, true love isn't far

But being with you is just a dream

Old love fades, impossible to retrieve

We can't turn back time.