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Born to a race of heroes, you, my love,
discard your brush and ink for tools of war.
You vow to capture citadels for the throne—
your sword will spare no foe of Heaven's sway.

— Đặng Trần Côn

Chàng tuổi trẻ vốn dòng hào kiệt,
Xếp bút nghiên theo việc đao cung.
Thành liền mong hiến bệ rồng,
Thước gươm đã quyết chẳng dung giặc trời.

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At daybreak, heralds speed them through the mists—
the law outweighs what they may feel inside.

I see you off and sorrow—Oh, to be
your horse on land, your vessel on the stream!

Serve well your country with a true-red heart.
Defend your people with an iron will.

To silver may age never turn your hair!
And may I ever keep the looks of youth!

Winds howl and howl at ghosts of those war's killed—
on soldiers' faces shines the stalking moon.
O men, alive or dead, has anyone
portrayed your faces or invoked your souls?

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