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