Cố quận - The country far away

Ký họa Quế Anh

Abstract (acrylic on paper)

The country far away

Derived from Bui Giang

Nostalgic springs that I should love

Bamboo bridges of such slow seasons

In vain my dawns trying to catch you

On the wings of butterflies over the innocent water

Big trees with black branches in the faraway country

From the green spring to the autumnal mist

At what point of time may I put my hand

The virgin valley unfolds its abysmal night

Oh ! Dream of dreams,summer clouds

Mournful willows, fine sand on the river bed

Beyond the recurrence of my regrets

The flight of time,the reflected image

In the folds of bitterness open my wounds

Constant burning for the lost of my dream

Translation of a french poem of Ngo Van Tao

By Patrick Gallagher

University of Columbia,New York

CỐ QUẬN

Mấy nhịp cầu tre ván gỗ lửng

Ngang dòng suối biếc bướm vàng bay

Xuân muộn

qua mau ngày tuổi học

Đêm thu sương lạnh lấp ngàn dâu

Một thuở trần gian mang nuối tiếc

Đường về cố quận

cõi nào đâu

2004 nvt

Le sonnet original

Pays Lointain

Thème et des vers extraits de BUI GIANG

Ruisseaux nostalgiques que je devais aimer

Passerelles légères des saisons si lentes

En vain mes aubes tentent de vous attraper

Sur les ailes ahuries des eaux innocentes

Grands arbres aux rameaux noirs dans le pays lointain

Du printemps verdissant à la brume automnale

Sur quelque endroit du temps que je mette ma main

La vallée vierge ouvre sa nuit abyssale

Oh ! songe des songes, nuages de l’été

Mornes saules, sable fin de l’ancien rivage

M’en aller au-delà du rappel des regrets

Et de l’envol du temps,le reflet d’une image

Au pli de l’amertume à rouvrir ma blessure

De vous avoir perdus la constante brûlure

25.12.2000 ngô văn tao