THE WAY TO DA CHONG
Colonel TRAN QUANG CHAU
Former Deputy Chief of Staff
President Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum High Command
I ascend to Da Chong
Fragrance of the forest,
Cool breeze of the river,
My soul feels light,
As if reversing the flow
Of historical time
Here, chosen by Uncle Ho,
With the military strategic view,
And the Poet's soul,
His simple house,
Yet so exquisite.
Uncle Ho approves the sketch,
He sets the foundation markers,
The scenic beauty of nature
Captured in a panoramic view.
As if he looks forward,
To the beloved the South.
I slowly step
Into Uncle Ho's house,
The meeting room,
Still preserved intact,
As if they were discussing
Something important.
I gaze intently
At rows of planted trees,
As if they want
To welcome guests
I walk down each step
To where Uncle Ho rests,
A thousand-year sleep,
Calm and content.
The people's hearts desire
To keep Uncle Ho for generations,
After defeating the enemy,
The South visits Uncle Ho
Following memories,
I suddenly recall
The hilltop,
Gorki, far away,
Where Lenin convalesced,
Unyielding in his hands,
Writing thick documents,
"Revolutionary state,"
Before departing,
Handing it over to the world
Oh, those people,
Noble souls,
We often encounter
Similarities,
Gorki and Da Chong,
Perhaps it’s a coincidence.
