Nguyễn Văn Dũng Vicar

Boat and sea

I will relate to you
A story of boat and sea

“when didn’t it know from
Boat according to word of sea
Petrel-wing and deep green waves
Carried the boat to everywhere

Heart of the boat much aspiration
And marine sentiment was vast
The boat unceasingly went tirelessly
The sea still was far… again far

The moonlit nights were indulgent
The sea like a young girl
Who whispered to send secret thought
By waves slapped round the freeboard

Also sometimes it was causeless
The sea fiercely rushed the boat
(As love of all the ages
Never was in a place only)

Only the boat may understand
How the sea was very immense
Only the sea may know
Where the boat went, returned to

While them didn’t see each other
The sea was white-headed by remembering with love
While them didn’t see each other
Heart of the boat was painful, broken

If it had taken leave of the boat
The sea would only remain waves, wind”

If I have to leave you
I will only remain to be stormy.

Wave

The violent and the smooth
The noisy and the silent
Rivers don’t know that thing
So waves go to the sea

Alas! waves of in the past
And in the future are unchangingly
Aspiration for love to be
Restless in the young bosom

Before no end of marine waves
I think about you, me
I think about open sea
Where do waves come from?

Waves begin at the wind
Where does wind begin from?
I still have not known
When we love each other

The waves under the sea bed
The waves on the water
Alas! The waves think of shore
Daytime and night can’t sleep
My heart think to you
Even in a dream still sleepless

Though go down in the north
Though go against in the south
Wherever I also think to
Face to you – only one direction

To be out the ocean
Hundred thousand of that waves
Any wave all arrives shore
Though far away of obstacle

The life though is long so
Years months still elapse over
Like the sea though very wide
Clouds still fly to go further

How can I be dissolved
To be numberless the small waves
In the open sea of love
For them thousand years still lap.

Lyric poetry end of autumn

On the horizon white clouds fly
Yellow leaves are very sparse
Is it true leaves return forest
Autumn goes with the leaves
Autumn goes out the open sea
To follow immense water course
Autumn in the chrysanthemum flowers
Only remain I and you

Only remain I and you
Are who of olden autumn
Suddenly breath of slight cold wind
Blows coming to agitate everything:
Familiar pathway suddenly to be unfamiliar
Grass turn over toward clouds
Darkness fell dew to wet cheeks
Cold air slips into hands

Our love like row of trees
That passed season of storm
Our love like the river
Was quiet after time of flood

The time like the wind
Seasons go with months, years
Age follows seasons to go unceasingly
Only remain I and you

Only remain I and you
With our love still exist
- There! So many new men in love
Go across with slight cold wind.

Wait

I stand on the bridge to wait for you
Under bridge-base water flows daytime and night-time
In former times have flowed, after times still flowing
Water flows by my heart, I wait for you

I stand on the bridge in the summery sunshine
The sunshine illuminates in that side then this side
To wait for you. You come? You don’t come?
Sun sets, but I still stand in here unceasingly!

I stand on the bridge to wait for you
To stand a day then unfamiliar-land to be familiar
To stand all of life then familiar-land to be unfamiliar
Water flows… there you, I wait for you.

The heart… to forget

Young unmarried woman
Who have left hurriedly
to forget
the heart
Young married woman
kept intactly in her bust
the heart was forgot
of young unmarried woman

Crescent-moon

You spoke loving word to me
In a crescent-moon night
On account of earnest love
Known how to round before full-moon night

I was joyful at the full-moon
Was moved at the crescent-moon
Oh you! Do you know
Moon like love of the couple?

Why you hurriedly spoke loving word
In a crescent-moon night
So now to regret secretly
One the moon wasn’t round yet!

Reminiscence of the January

In the damp mat-blanket
Dreamed the way of eglantine flowers
This was through cemetery

Dispersed the offerings of beginning of the year
A old woman recovered from illness
Was ajar of door, vigilantly saw

Fled in the his own fur  
The dog dreamed a day
Go to beyond the border of the light

The hope flocked very noisily
Into January was dumbed sound
But the spring still hid its image
It only released a butterfly-wing to explore

On a day at the end of January
Neighbouring woman was a widow
Returned home from the cemetery
Set up eglantine flowers fully in the room of her.

Flower market

Even sadness or joyfulness also are converted into money
It can’t be helped to run one’s course to let verse marketing
Suddenly through market contemplate the flowers I realize
that flowers are right
Flowers still are very deep fresh even in selling-buy.

Aspiration

True it isn’t little difficult when thousand of blank paper
are taken out anew
After very much pages were erased and applied
Have applied and erased very much I never know
Paper like cloud that is very white on the horizon!

To seem

You seem to have left me that going
At while we are sitting together
The horse of love have run out the grassland
To leave very pale piece of evening sunshine

I seem not to find you any more
As we never turn on our heels yet
Do not feel unhappy no sweet words
Like river that was exhausted source water

We played a game of our destiny
To go elatedly to come back tiresomely
We lost each other, we exist each other, as if
A painful heart was fallen under veranda…