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| WHAT SOUL IS LIKE A DRY CREEK. Dịch Lòng Nào Như Suối Cạn - Thơ TRẦN MỘNG TÚ
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KIM VŨ - đăng lúc 05:34:23 AM, Feb 14, 2004
In the old days in the small café
Life didn’t know any winter
On our lips, the coffee was sweet
In our eyes, loving tears were bliss.
Nowadays, in an alien café
The two of us sit staring at each other
On our lips, the coffee is bitter
In our eyes, loving tears are sad.
After one year of hardship
Life is sweet with wounds
After one year of slovenliness
Life is packed with clowns.
You are different now
With wrinkles on your forehead
I’m different now
With rosy cheeks all faded.
KIM VŨ
QUÊN ÐI MÀU SƯƠNG KHÓI
Ðứng bên này biển động
Thấy bên kia mịt mù
Chân mây như rối loạn
Màu xám nhuộm hồn mơ.
Nếu bên này biển lặng
Bên kia rõ bến bờ
Vệt chỉ xanh biếc đó
Là quê hương trong thơ.
Nhưng biển đang nổi sóng
Khi trong tay tờ thư
Vừa nhòe nhoẹt bọt nước
Gió thổi từ đâu qua.
Tại sao ra biển nhỉ?
Bến giác hay bờ mê?
Ðã quên màu xương khói
Trên áo lam ai về.
Ðã quên màu sương khói
Tạ từ ai hôm về
Thì đừng ra biển gọi
Tên người lạc dòng mê.
CAO MỴ NHÂN
FORGET THE COLOR OF SMOKE
From this shore of the wild ocean
The other shore looks so remote
The clouds on the horizon are bungled up
And my poetical soul is tinted grey.
Had the ocean been more quiet
I would have seen the other side
Than thin elusive emerald line
Is my homeland in my verses.
But the ocean hasn’t been quiet
And I’m holding in my hand the letter
On which the ink had blurred
A misty wind’s coming from an unknown place.
Why did I come to the seashore?
For the shore of enlightenment or for the bank of foolishness?
Haven’t I forgoten the color of smoke
On the plain dress of someone walking home?
I’d told myself to forget the color of smoke
When we said farewell that day
Why then did I go call his name by the seaside
And stray again into the stream of foolishness?
KIM VŨ
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Created by Hiep Nguyen, Sept. 2003 |
