THE
STATUE
There
seems to be of vexation a shade;
Melancholy
through time seemed to accumulate.
To
count the planets and stars I sat trying:
All couldn’t be seen, except sadness higher rising.
I
felt that you took it all in your stride,
Putting
on new gown to part with my love to decide.
Home
returned I, and over slopped the wine,
Somewhat tipsy to get, what for to pine?
There
appeared to loom on the other bank
You
became the idol awaiting the moon blank.
I
stood to admire from this riverside, still,
Your eyes looked indifferent, far-away to chill.
You
have turned into such a lifetime statue!
And
I the artist to paint your image that much blue!
Translation by THANH-THANH