PHƯỢNG…                                           

Phưọng vẫn trong tôi thửa mộng thường       

Nhớ người hoa đỏ mấy mùa thương              

Tàn phai mầu áo sân trường cũ                     

Tan tác… bụi mờ.. lệ vấn vương !                  

Ta hỏi.. em đi… sao nắng đổ ?                       
Trên thềm bóng chết lệ hồn rơi ?                   

Bước em, từng bước, xa từng bước…!           
Em giết tình tôi một kiếp đời…                      

Hè về, Phượng vĩ  hoa phô sắc                      

Tựa máu trong tim nhỏ lối về                        
Hình bóng ô kìa như xác pháo !!!                  
Tan hoang … lầm lũi…. bước chân mê….      

Tưởng rằng mộng cũ đã ai hoài…                  
Theo cánh chim sương lạc bến đoài              
Bỗng chốc hình em… mơ dáng ảo                 
Thẫn thờ thương tiếc tóc xuân phai               

Thôi thế hè về chẳng đợi nhau                       

Trăm năm bến cũ vẫn tương sầu                   

Anh đứng đầu sông, em cuối phố                  

Biển chia sóng vỗ mặn tình đau….                

                       Chinh Nguyên    

PHUONG…

Phuong is still in me like in my dreaming years.

He that loves, his beauty how he heartily spheres!

That flamboyant-colored dress now dust blurs,

In the old school-yard my tearful memory recurs.

I asked… when you left… why the sun fell in dole,
Your shadow died on the porch, I cried in my soul.

Each step you got farther, farther to what clime?
You killed my love, the love of all my lifetime.

Summer comes back, flamboyant flowers display

Like blood in my heart dropping on the return way.
Oh, whose figure, as firecracker rubbish to daze;
Ruined, I silently drag my feet unaware in a maze.

I thought that the old dream had forever vanished
As a free bird drifting to some horizon unwished,
But all of a sudden… your image… I visualize…
Listless, my youth has faded pitifully to actualize.

Well, even summer is back, I do not await you,

Tho old shore still pines for former boat, so blue!

I am at the top of the street, you end of the river;

Sea divides, waves crash, to hurt this loyal liver.

Verse translation by thanh-thanh

MOTHER’S HANDS

Oh my god mother’s hands

Hands bathing childhood

Breastfeeding hand

Hand in hand with the foolishness

Swinging hammock, hot afternoon

Late night blanket, hand to comfort dream

Holding the baby in the windy day

Hands gently fanning, voice lulling

Mother’s hand guides me step by step

The clumsy feet of the beginning

Mother’s hands lift her child into adulthood

Away from you for a few days, Mom is waiting.

How many times have I fallen, my mother’s age hurts?

Hard days with a young child

Mother only hands, but all

Love spreads forever…

Mom, under the shadow of your hands

My life is a dream.

HUYNH VAN HANG

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MY MOM’S HANDS

Oh, my mother’s hands were so fairy:

They cool showered my childhood – how merry!

They held her breast to breastfeed me in purity.

Her hands lead me through my age of immaturity.

Her hands swung the hammock in hot afternoons,

And blanketed me in deep nights in dream tunes.

Her hands hug me on every windy day.

Her hands fanned me, she hummed in her way.

My mother’s hands lead me step by step,

My clumsy feet in the beginning like a prep.

My mother’s hands lifted me into adulthood.

A few days away from me, awaiting her standing.

How many times have I fallen, hurt her heart!

She spent hard days with her son at life’s start.

My mother has only two hands, but they are all.

My love for her spreads endlessly to enthrall.

Mom, with the rare care of your fairy hands,

My existence is nice dreams in Heaven’s plans.

Translation by THANH-THANH

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