INSPIRED BY THE WIND
The wind blew up your long dress lap
After school against your body full of sap:
Returned home, I got sick many a night.
The white cloth stuck on your breast tight
Much thinner than the pall of a stray rain:
Back home, I stayed in bed and in pain
Enduring a fever many and many a day.
In the pagoda each time I heard you pray
To the Buddha, and the sutras deployed,
I thought I had already Nirvana enjoyed.
And at last the evening you were married
Into peace of mind I got the toast carried.
But, that time, feeding your baby blest,
I caught sight of you, with all bare breast:
I felt my body in feverish ripples buried...
Translation by THANH-THANH