___________ VIETNAMESE LITERATURE TRANSLATIONS POETRY ___________

HOANG XUAN SON ___________________________ Father and son Translated by the author Once upon a day, lying on my back side                     looking for my grey hair -- whispering softly my little child                     "You're getting old Daddy!"                     Well, my dear; time has so fast flied                     I was unable to stop my age going by                     So debts had accumulated day after day                     very doubtful your destiny and mine                     even though too exhausted, I have to step like a camel                     where should I arrive over an endless desert?                     You young tree has been growing up with fress cherish                     but why your sap's running dry as blood-vessel since?                     wishing myself as bamboo for the young succeeded the old                     trade in this faded body to brick your way                     It seemed that the night has told stories deeply in                     a dream moving swiftly as the shadow of a white colt                     thus borrow somebody's verses to declaim gently                     "What should I do for the rest of my life?" HOANG XUAN SON Return to current issue Return to Contents HOME