our ancestors
Born from the egg sac of a Fairy-Dragon
Brothers together go up the mountain, down to the sea
Muddy feet, muddy hands
Leveling mountains and opening rivers to form the Country
Long coastline welcomes the wind and waves of the East Sea
A living space,
A cultural space
Defining borders with tears, blood and bones
The Dawn
Life is very simple
Like a tree branch, a blade of grass
Like mountains, rivers
No hatred yet
Only love,
Building the Hung King era
Opening National History.
Van Lang people are hard-working and thrifty.
Even though my hands are calloused in the rice fields
But how skillfully pounding flour and making sticky rice cakes
Arrange green dong leaves to wrap banh chung for Tet
The beginning of the Vietnamese homeland.
Just like that over time
Population increased thanks to rice and potatoes.
People grew up by making bronze plowshares.
Making bronze arrows to protect mountains and rivers
Keep the lullabies to nourish the soul
Create the cultural roots of the country.
* * *
Hung King era - a glorious time.
The sound of bronze drums beats the rhythm of happy days
Contains the rich aroma of ripe rice season
Lullaby of peach blossoms blooming in spring
So gentle, when another tone is needed
A thousand years later, the enemy's hair turns gray.
Oh, the fate of the country is like the shifting stars, things change
The stage of history revolves
The name of the country Van Lang has a period.
by the well of destiny
Thuc Phan proclaimed himself King
Name of the country Au Lac
Thanks to the hands of the people like gods
Building Co Loa capital
Spiral walls
Traces of pride and bitterness for thousands of years
The country of Au Lac sank unjustly.
in the love story of My Chau-Trong Thuy
Goose feather sprinkled with sugar
mark the pain of the country.
The first time losing water with Panyu
Crossbow Lesson
Thousands of years of storms
Cannot be like My Chau who loved passionately at that time
Making the country dependent for a thousand years
Never let the goose feather fall again
From mainland to homeland islands
The power of the people's hearts is like a magic crossbow.
The eternal plan to protect the country is to take care of the people.
***
An ancient legend - Saint Giong
It's mine, not like Greece or Rome.
Superman
Neither above nor outside
Very close to the people like bamboo fences and corn seeds
Still have mother and relatives village
Raised by the people, helped by the people.
Stand up with people power
Destroy the Yin invaders and save the country.
Win.
To heaven
Indifferent to fame, power and wealth
Oh, the mentality of the people from ancient times
bright star, clear
The Story of Saint Giong - A Poem of Personality!
Thousands of years, still teaching many people
The thousand-year-old fragrant mirror shines forever
(Excerpt from Sound of the Earth, Hanoi 2010)
Author:Pham Xuan Hang
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