Ho Xuan Huong

(1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)

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  • Rookie Tony Nyen (11/25/2009 5:05:00 PM)

    On Sharing a Husband

    Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
    One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
    Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
    once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.
    You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
    but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,
    but without pay. If I had known how it would go
    I think I would have lived alone

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  • Rookie Tony Nyen (11/25/2009 5:05:00 PM)

    On Sharing a Husband

    Screw the fate that makes you share a man.
    One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold.
    Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not,
    once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing.
    You try to stick to it like a fly on rice
    but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid,
    but without pay. If I had known how it would go
    I think I would have lived alone

Day Sleeping Girl

Summer breeze is sporadically blowing,
Lying down the young girl slides into sleeping.
Her bamboo comb loosely attached to her hair,
Her pink bra below her waist dropped down fair.
On these two Elysian mounds, the nectar is still remaining,
In that one Fairy rivulet, the current seems to stop flowing.
At such a view, the gentleman hesitated,
Odd to leave, yet inconvenient if he stayed.

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