Inrasara: Inspiration at the dew hill
Translated by Như Mai
you left
poem drooping its lines
delicated tower waving in the afternoon
sandhill sinking quietly into the night
the sea rumbling tumbling naively Continue reading
Nguyên tác tiếng Chăm, Ariya Bini – Cam và bản tiếng Việt của Inrasara, trong Inrasara, Văn học Chăm I – Khái luận – văn tuyển, NXB Văn hóa Dân tộc, H., 1994, tr. 296-321.
Translated by William B. Noseworthy
Sinh viên thạc sĩ – Lịch sử Đông Nam Á
UW-Madison Wisconsin
I.
And so I came from Mecca
As you passed through Harok Kah Harok Dhei (Quang Binh)
And arrived at Ma Lâm (Pajai)
Before returning home by sea
with the great waves of the South China Sea knocking on the side of your boat Continue reading
Nguyên tác tiếng Chăm, Ariya Cam – Bini và bản tiếng Việt của Inrasara, trong Văn học Chăm I – Khái luận – văn tuyển, NXB Văn hóa Dân tộc, H., 1994, tr. 322-338.
Translated by William B. Noseworthy
Sinh viên thạc sĩ – Lịch sử Đông Nam Á
UW-Madison Wisconsin
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This is an epic poem that I will now reveal before you
That I will bring out for all to hear
Why, I ask, must love be like this, oh my love (do you hear?)
For love, I have composed myself and built up (falsely, I fear) Continue reading
Thanhnien Daily, March 29, 2009.
(Bản Anh ngữ của Thanh niên, dịch từ truyện ngắn “Bay đi những cơn mưa”
* Múa cùng giông tới – Photo Inrajaya.
10 p.m. October. Kate season. Every Kate, it rains, persistently. God seems to overflow. Rain from the tile roof dripped into the porch. The croaking of bull-frogs from the bushes resounded in the house. From afar, the sound of insects. Nearby, the sound of the rain. Switching on the neon light, I half lay down on the sofa, looking out at the night sky through the slightly opened window, listening to the rain fall. Though the door was shut tight, the excited conversations of the men toasting in the main room pierced through the planks, trying to drown out the voices of insects and the rain Continue reading
Translated by Phan Khế
I live in a town where all things go in
reverse. The bushes grow reversely,
shrink smaller back into seeds, and roll back
into the past-life seeds. The river flows
reversely, very swiftly. My friends,
my nephews and nieces, my siblings, and
my parents walk reversely, and
steadily become smaller, younger. Continue reading
Story 1. Running away from diseases
Translation by Joseph Dovinh
Mother took my brothers and sisters and I into hiding
in sixty-three. Nowhere far, mother took us
to an aunt’s house three streets away. Mother
said: let’s sleep over at the lonely aunt’s, I Continue reading
The sun has started above the April hill
started earlier than in previous centuries
when the ocean has yet to stir
earlier than the memories of the ceremony elders. Continue reading
In this difficult beginning
Only a beckoning, stranger
Than that of a sea-cobra Continue reading
Ginang
Pagalaung ginang pagalaung ginang pagalaung
The drums thunder
Pagalaung pagalaung pagalaung Continue reading
Living means gratefulness – gratitude is
beyond the horizon of calculation
gratefulness makes us grown up Continue reading
