Văn Nghệ Quảng Trị: Ý NGHĨ VỤN VỀ SỐ PHẬN -Thơ: Trần Bình

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Ý NGHĨ VỤN VỀ SỐ PHẬN -Thơ: Trần Bình - Chuyển thể tiếng Anh: Võ Thị Như Mai

Nhà thơ Trần Bình

Ý NGHĨ VỤN VỀ SỐ PHẬN

Thơ: Trần Bình

In trong tập CẢM XÚC GỌI TÊN-2020

Chuyển thể tiếng Anh: Võ Thị Như Mai

Tất thảy chúng ta sinh ra trên đời rất ngẫu nhiên

Và số phận cũng ngẫu nhiên

đưa đẩy con người đến những bến bờ …

Nào ai có thể chọn quê hương cho mình

Cũng như việc chúng ta không thể chọn nguồn cội.

Ngẫu nhiên ngày mẹ cha yêu nhau

định hình một sinh linh

Có ngôi sao vô tình xoẹt ngang định mệnh

Con gái, con trai,

Đàn ông, đàn bà...

kẻ bình thường, người tài năng...

sống bên nhau mà thành DÂN TỘC

Những tín niệm tưỡng chừng ai cũng có thể nói ra

Rằng ta lớn lên từ câu hát ru của mẹ

Từ thơm vương khói đốt đồng cha về

Sấp ngữa những giọt mồ hôi

Gửi ước mơ vào ca dao, cổ tích

Hoài bảo dựng nên luỹ thành ĐẤT NƯỚC

Có thể bạn đang có một nơi chốn để đi

NHƯNG KHÔNG NGẪU NHIÊN BẠN CHỌN NƠI CHỐN TRỞ VỀ

chúng ta ai cũng cố gắng học hành và nuôi hoài bảo kiếm một công việc

ngoài đồng ruộng

Sẵn sàng bỏ lại quê nghèo

Mơ đến chân trời phố thị

Những đứa trẻ lớn lên từ đất, từ làng

Đo thành đạt bằng sự vượt thoát khỏi đường cày, dẽ mạ

;Bán mặt cho đất, bán lưng cho trời

Người nông dân quê tôi nuôi con bằng cả gia tài của họ

Cái gia tài chắt chiu từ sự thắt lưng buộc bụng

đánh dổi cả đời mình gian khó

Không bao giờ biết đến khái niệm nghỉ hưu

Có thể bạn đang có một nơi chốn để yêu

Có thể một lúc yếu lòng bạn mang mặc cảm xuất thân từ vườn ruộng

(Ta vẫn gặp quá nhiều những con người cố giấu thân phận mình

Rất đông những kẻ giả cầy nhận vơ gốc gác;

chưởi Cha không bằng pha tiếng

Mà vẫn có quá nhiều sự sẵn lòng quên tiếng mẹ cha?)

Ôi! người nông dân vĩ đại

là nhân dân của Đất nước hiền hoà

Họ lạ xa với những tham nhũng biễn lậu

Những nhiễu nhương sự đời

Không giàu có để thấy mình thấp bé

Lại không thấp bé bao giờ trước sự hy sinh

Xung quanh tôi những bà con thân thuộc

Đi hết đời chưa vượt qua nghèo cực

Những người nông dân tảo tần

Kiếm được đồng tiền ướt vã mồ hôi.

thiếu đủ cùng lo toan

Những giấc mơ hiền từ bên thửa ruộng

theo nhịp ngày bình yên.

Những đứa trẻ cõng trên lưng mùa màng

Đường đến lớp nặng nỗi niềm cha mẹ

Cái thời giá cả leo thang

Đồng tiền bát gạo nhọc nhằn trần ai

...

Tất thảy chúng ta được sinh ra trên đời rất ngẫu nhiên

Và số phận cũng ngẫu nhiên

đưa đẩy con người đến những bến bờ...

SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS ABOUT FATE

Vo Thi Nhu Mai

All of us are born in the world very randomly

And fate is also random

drifting people to different shores

We cannot choose our hometown

neither our origins.

The day our parents meet

shaping our existence

A star of our fate in a distance

Daughters, sons,

men and women...

ordinary people, talented ones ...

live side by side forming A NATION

We all think of those conceptions

That we grow up from our mother’s lullaby

from the aromatic of burning straw in dad

sweat dripping down on land

That we send our dreams into folk songs and fairy tales

With the ambition of shaping the COUNTRY

You may have a certain destiny

Though you may not be able to pick a place of return

We all try to learn and nurture our ambition

of working in a place rather than the field

We are not hesitant to leave our shadow

behind the small village and heading to town

Those children growing up from the remote

Measure their success by getting out of the plough

Our farmers “face down the ground, back up the clouds”

Sacrifice all they possession to their child’s future

Their possession accumulated from saving every cent

From giving up their whole life with little expense

They have no intention of retirement

You may have a loving place to love

You may be the one with the inferiority complex

of your rural origin

(So many out there trying to hide their backgrounds

Many out there cover up their accent

willing to give up their original language)

For our great farmers

The great cizitens of our nation

Away from cheating and corruption

of the turbulent society

Not too wealthy to feel the inferior

Nor too inferior with such dignity

Around me are my relatives

At two third of life, still get stuck

Their life is a bit stuffed up

They are farmers working so hard

Earning to make ends meet

Their genuine dreams are around their field

Its rhythm is peaceful and chilled

Those children carrying with them the crops

Their way to education filled up with their parents’ care

the cost of living is increasing here and there

It is rough all around their life

All of us are born in the world very randomly

And fate is also random

drifting people to different shores.

Văn Nghệ Quảng Trị

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Tuesday, January 5, 2021

Ý NGHĨ VỤN VỀ SỐ PHẬN -Thơ: Trần Bình - Chuyển thể tiếng Anh: Võ Thị Như Mai

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