Poem of King Le Thanh Tong when marching across Nghe An sea

(Baonghean.vn) - Mentioning the most brilliant king in Vietnamese feudal historyMale, surely everyone thinks of Le Thanh Tong. His real name is Le Tu Thanh, also known as Le Hao, with the pen name Thien.MaleHe was a wise and holy king in many aspects, from politics, administration, economy, culture, education, law... step by step, he had large-scale and systematic reforms, bringing Dai Viet into the golden age of the feudal regime.

He was also a great military strategist, personally leading the Southern Expansion (1471) and Western Expansion (1479), expanding our country's territory to Quang Ngai and Phu Yen. In addition, Le Thanh Tong also loved literature, establishing the "Tao Dan Nhi Thap Bat Tu" consisting of 28 poets, the king and his subjects sang and composed together, praising the peaceful and developed scene of the country during its prosperous period. Here is a collection of 3 poems (only the translated version is printed) composed by King Le Thanh Tong while marching through the seaports of Nghe An province, on the way to attack Champa, in 1470.

Lesson 1:

Early in the morning, stationed at Thai Vien estuary, I stood on the boat tower looking out to sea and saw sails from Dan Giap estuary heading straight to Nghe An, swarming like a swarm of butterflies. Thai Vien mountain towered out at sea. Climbing high and looking out into the distance, inspiration for poetry easily arose, my heart could not help but remember my mother, and suddenly I composed a 56-word poem:

On the top of Thai Vien, the evening shadow,

The capital is thousands of miles away.

Sorrow rises to the white clouds, the soul of poetry suffers,

Looking at the sky and sea, the sails are blurred.

The barbarians of the West sow evil seeds,

DirectionMalethe camp is in one house.

Sweep away the stench, return to the border,

Wash that soldier and pull the galaxy!

Lesson 2:

At the third watch, we left the boat and entered Hoa Cai Port in Nghe An. At the fourth watch, we arrived at the port entrance. Early in the morning, we went to the big river, which was Dan Thai estuary, Lam River. After a mile, we arrived at the garrison below Nghe An citadel. Looking at the mountains and rivers, we improvised a poem:

Hong Duc, the fourth of the last month of winter.

Flag ceremony halted at Nghe An Citadel.

The tide rises at the Thai Dan sea gate,

The golden sunlight shines on the top of Tuyen Nghia mountain

Surfing the waves, feet stepping excitedly,

The noble ambition is to feed his people.

Questioning the past life is unclear,

Peace makes one familiar with pleasures, but military affairs make one lazy.

Lesson 3

I sat in a palanquin and went on a patrol to observe Nghe An Citadel, and improvised a poem about my ambition that day:

Outside Nghe An Citadel, the soldiers gathered.

We aim the red bow towards Chang'e.

One hundred thousand Pixiu with majestic martial arts,

Five drums beat loudly on the long road.

The evil in the middle is clearly seen outside the intestines.

The benefits are in our hands.

Do not blame literature for its chiseling,

The hat is born from the hat of Confucianism!

Tran Tu Quang