evening is coming late;
sun gradually fades on each high hill.
hurriedly call out for me to halt and wait;
is not a star in the sky immense and chill.
are unlucky, I am unsteady;
go into darkness, I come into dejection.
for since on the wane already is my complexion.
us live each like a clam
in its shell, not giving a damn
and downs, getting into a jam
vicissitudes to maltreat.
wish I could crucify
the silk spread...
spider that span at random its webs by
waste the cocoon’s selectivity so long bred!
shape through days has got to recede
my love through years... covered with seaweed!
Translation by THANH-THANH