From: ltran@lsil.com (Linh T. Tran x4900)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.vietnamese
Subject: [THO+] NGUYEN SA -- A'o Lu.a Ha` DDo^ng
Date: 7 Nov 92 06:52:38 GMT
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Ba`i na`y dda~ ddu+o+.c pho^~ nha.c . Ba`i nha.c ho+i kha'c lo+`i tho+ chu't
ddi?nh .

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		A'O LU.A HA` DDo^NG
	
	na('ng Sa`i Go`n anh ddi ma` cho+.t ma't
	bo+?i vi` em ma(.c a'o lu.a Ha` DDo^ng
	anh va^~n ye^u ma`u a'o a^'y vo^ cu`ng
	tho+ cu?a anh va^~n co`n nguye^n lu.a tra('ng

	anh va^~n nho+' em ngo^`i dda^y, to'c nga('n
	ma` mu`a thu da`i la('m o+? chung quanh
	linh ho^`n anh vo^.i va~ ve` cha^n dung
	bay (*1) vo^.i va~ va`o trong ho^`n mo+? cu+?a

	ga(.p mo^.t bu+~a, anh dda~ mu+`ng mo^.t bu+~a
	ga(.p hai ho^m tha`nh nhi. hy? cu?a ta^m ho^`n
	tho+ ho.c tro` anh cha^'t la.i tha`nh non
	va` ddo^i ma('t nga^'t nga^y tha`nh cha^'t ru+o+.u
	
	em kho^ng no'i dda~ nghe tu+`ng giai ddie^.u
	em chu+a nhi`n ma` dda~ ro^.ng tro+`i xanh
	anh dda~ tro^ng le^n ba(`ng ddo^i ma('t chung ti`nh
	vo+'i tay tra('ng em va`o tho+ die^~m tuye^.t

	em cho+.t dde^'n, cho+.t ddi, anh va^~n bie^'t
	tro+`i cho+.t mu+a, cho+.t na('ng cha(?ng vi` dda^u
	nhu+ng sao ddi ma` kho^ng ba?o gi` nhau
	dde^?a anh go.i tie^'ng tho+? buo^`n vo.ng la.i
	
	dde^? anh gia^.n ma('t anh nhi`n vu.ng da.i
	gia^.n tho+ anh dda~ no'i cha(?ng ne^n lo+`i
	em ddi ro^`i, sa'm ho^'i cha.y tre^n mo^i
	nhu+~ng nga`y tha'ng tre^n vai buo^`n bo^~ng na(.ng 

	em o+? dda^u, ho+?i mu`a thu to'c nga('n
	giu+~ ho^. anh ma`u a'o lu.a Ha` DDo^ng
	anh va^~n ye^u ma`u a'o a^'y vo^ cu`ng
	giu+~ ho^. anh ba`i tho+ ti`nh lu.a tra('ng 


				NGUYE^N SA

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translation of the poem, as found in the book. Not sure it was the author's
translation or someone else's.

		YOUR DRESS OF WHITE SILK
	
	tho Saigon is hot I myself am cool
	because you wore your dress of white silk from Ha Dong
	oh how I love even now that bright color
	and still even now my poems are white silk

	I remember still now you seated here, your hair short
	as autumn was long, it surrounded us then
	my soul swftly, hastily, painting your form
	hastily graving it deep in my soul

	a day I encounter you was a day of joy
	and meeting you twice was pure ectacy
	my peurile poems stakced up in pile
	your eyes, young, wide open, were wine to my soul

	you did not speak, but I heard your voice
	you looked not at me yet you made the sky mine
	I saw you with eyes of a love without end
	and your arms of white my poem became

	your comings, your goings, I know them all
	tho the sun and the rain were nothing to me
	but why didn't we share when we came when we left
	I might have spoken what sad poems retain

	how I glared, silently, from the corner of my eye
	in poems, not aloud, my anger I spoke
	and then you were gone, regret came to my lips
	and the days and the weeks were weights crushing me

	whereever you are, in long autumns of short hair
	retain for me that white silk from Ha Dong
	oh how I love even now that bright color
	and retain in my poems those love poems of white silk


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Linh Tran
ltran@lsil.com
of course, it is only my opinion.
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