Mẹ Việt Nam Chết (Việt Nam Mùa Khổ 8/11 )

Au O! Sleep tight! My child! Sleep tight! My child! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! My child! Au o! The wind is weeping on the spinach and the ginger plants Hot ginger, sweet spinach, you promise you never leave me Awakening will cut through veins of life Awareness will pierce through your skin and flesh with sharp spears Au O! Sleep well, my bony hungry child in this imprisoning homeland! Au O sleep tight! My flimsy hungry child! Sleep through this season of sufferings! Sleep so that the provincial chief can forget irremediable problems invading this society Sleep so that all the five year plans can forget this season of sins Au O! Sleep! Sleep well my poor little hungry child! Your rights to life and rights to be in this life have been glorified and protected in your deep sleep Self-awakening will let go Au O societal orders: Sleep well! My poor little hungry child! Self-awakening will let go Au O economic development: Sleep tight! My poor little hungry child! Sleep! My child! Sleep! My child! The harvest is over and I will lull you to sleep! I will hold the moon shadow lantern high guarding you while you sleep tonight guarding you while you sleep tomorrow night and forever every night so that sickles of poverty ghosts and hunger demons will not wake you up in the mid of night Au O! Sleep tight! My poor little hungry child! Au O! Dream up! My poor little hungry child! Dream the ocean! Prawns and fish of your homeland would return! Dream the four seasons! Flowers, apples, oranges, pears and all the fruits of this season of globalization would come around! Dream the Trans-Viet train! All your rice containers would be filled! Dream a life of freedom ! Snakes, centipedes, tigers, and wild cats surround you! Oh No! Can you see the moon neck is slit and its bood is shedding The cold knife goes through its heart Knife is as cold as the winter of North America, of Paris, of Canberra, and of the jungles in North Vietnam Cold like a winter on the pinnacle of the Fan Si Pan A winter with a fullest moon on top of the mountain ranges The moon that starts cracking up breaking up and hangs loosely in the middle of the Au O unsettled sky The Ca Mau tip has elongated and extended its pointed arms Trying to catch the frothy broken moon shadow that dives into the ocean Au O! Sleep tight! My poor little child! Sleep in your thirst for milk and in your hunger for food!... Slêep in the margin of life Your lips can always taste the moons milk drops Salty drops, salty like your peoples tears Why not break the dry fruit stones to search for the seed of these passions! And fold up the old mouldy rags to make perfume Season of passions Life of sufferings The moon survives The child survives My child! You must live? Rhymes are singing, and rhythms have their mouths full of newly harvested rice The mother of Phu Yen died Yes, she died! She died a quiet death without any nuance! In this season of passions.

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'Self-awakening will let go Au Stability: Sleep well! My poor little hungry child!

' Self-awakening will let go Au O development: Sleep tight! My poor little hungry child!

'Sleep! My child! Sleep! My child! The harvest is over and I will lull you to sleep!

'I will hold the moon shadow lantern

'I will guard you while you sleep tonight

'I will guard you while you sleep tomorrow night

'Tonight and every night forever