Ngôn ngữ: Tiếng Anh
Thời kỳ: Hiện đại

Đăng bởi Phan Quốc Vũ vào 13/07/2023 21:14

The soul rain

The rain that was falling on the guitar keys, being sad like a sad monkey
The rain led the soul to pain and numbness, in the mud of the world asleep, I was sad at my keyboard
Oh, as if I’ve never heard the crickets, the frogs croaking in the dark countryside!
The long dark clouds stretched to the point of venting out all the privacy like showing a color board

My body was like every bone weary of the wicked
The hand that hasn’t burned the burning verse that I’ve always wanted
But night and night were mixed with the black color of a wonderful famous painter
It was a black sea of life with so many boredom, I never started

Every day lay pile up into towering mountain ladders
But I felt sad about the status of poets or writers
Words have not carried all the sadness and the evil sea
Poetry was full of bitter leaven, then I wanted them to be painters

Drawing each piece of life an anvil, drawing human suffering
Through each verse, the passage raised the voice of damnation
Those who were bloodthirsty, drunk with greed
With piles of money piled high, oh sad nation!

More rain, let’s rain, let it all rain!
Or the tears we cried together with humanity
A civilized place was a place where there was hypocrisy in the city
Now the remote place to the small hamlets that still contain

Morning rain makes a crystal dream, looking at the blue sky beautifully
Please give me some fresh in the morning
Let our hearts dance and sing
Then burying all the months and days looking at life in turmoil, I’m lonely and lonely.

In Tien Giang province, 2021