THE GREEN DAYS
those days, I was still small and slight,
in the cloister all doors shut tight,
and night quietly with prayers in concord,
prayed to God, in my heart the only Lord.
That noon from high I stealthily determined
peep through railings down at the tamarind:
God! Girls! under palm leaf conical hats,
giggled, bent down, swaying their plats.
They picked up the tamarind, showing their rump:
unconsciously got upset bottoms so plump!
went into the library, sneakily read the books;
said, Son, they're forbidden fruits, hooks!
In the day you eat from them you will die!
your life you will be miserable thereby!
in, I had my rosary to say and reduplicate
to help me keep my soul immaculate.
But, alas, the more I prayed to be a man kind,
more that image invaded, ravished my mind.
I saw no God, I only saw girls, beauts.
me, God! I lusted after forbidden fruits!
Translation by THANH-THANH