While reading your verses "In disarray"
I feel my broken heart in pieces falling
Which teardrop I have to mourn our poor country?
The remaining tear, more than anything else, is for you.
I always thought I suffered so much in my life
But compared to yours it is nothing.
I thought of such changes my life could bring
But next to yours they are just meaningless things.
You lived through so much suffering on this earth
And never whispered a complaint, not even a sigh,
In silence you wipe your tears,
To clear up hatred that fills up your sky.
Lenin and Marx' theories
Are nothing compared to Uncle Ho's strategies
Of using brethren's blood to dye battlefields in red,
Without feeling qualms about shattered lives of our compatriots.
Prison's misery makes your eyes sunken and soulless,
On your shoulders weighs the burden of our motherland,
You just want to fulfill your man's duties
To be the blameless and proud son of our country.
I know you still hold our native land very dear,
When it's still moaning in pain every night,
How can your sleep be quiet
When our people are craving for democracy and human rights?
I love you because you have suffered so many losses
Willing to sacrifice all your youth,
Part of your body, all of your happiness,
And also the remaining of your time.
I love you and love you without hesitation
"I love you even though I don't know who you are".
Because I love young men
Who carry our country on their shoulders.
In our exile we nourish a dream
Of going back home some day
To watch the bamboo leaves rustle in the winds,
The good paddy harvest maturing under the new sunlight.
I join my hands and pray Heaven high above
To grant you what you have waited for so long
And to me for once the chance of loving you passionately,
Because I love you even when you are "in disarray".
Translated by Hien Van Ho