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