gave you a bried salute,
great pleasure when seeing you pass on.
greeted you again on route,
you looked back! Eagerly your eyes shone!
my young friend, at that age so green,
in your mind what images have been?
refined talent, youth,
the elderly, kind-hearted in truth,
one has talked of love with a good grace?
time you came to this place,
held your sweet-smelling
at it to aim,
kissed it, why your face grew red with shame?
blinked, your eyelashes up curved,
looked at you and how I felt my heart stirred.
are innocent at the tender age,
years old, life is at its blossoming stage.
wet lips appear to sexually excite,
graceful figure, hung hair seem to invite.
your streamed golden hair with girlhood scent,
more I also stroked it, a natural bent.
Shannon, our acquaintance how did we make?
first time, a brief greeting for courtesy’s sake,
you replied with words so nice,
a pen from the briefcase, and wrote concise
clear quickly two words Dieu-Shannon so cute
schoolgirl handwriting, what a pleasing beaut!
have in my life fallen in love so many a time,
so many a nymph have plagued my prime.
have often suffered the suffering of sand too,
many heels have trampled upon it to pass, ooh!
that I painfully recognize my advanced age,
desolately try to dispel your obsessive image.
Shannon, my young little friend!
do not resent.
are an angel, but I only am an evil spirit!
after office hours yesterday – I knew it,
were trying to await me,
I tried to stay at work longer as if carefree.
a furtive glance, I felt sorry so much;
fruit is ripe, why I coldly declined to touch?
I implore you, do not wait on!
evening I lay still and could not sleep as such,
dreamed, I whispered your name, my icon:
Translation by THANH-THANH