Ho Xuan Huong
Ho Xuan Huong Poems
|4.||Floating Sweet Dumpling||5/2/2012|
|5.||The Temple Of Fragrance||5/2/2012|
|7.||Weaving At Night||4/16/2010|
|8.||Viewing Cac-Co Cavern||4/16/2010|
|11.||The Cake That Drifts In Water||4/16/2010|
|13.||To A Couple Of Students Who Were Teasing Her||4/16/2010|
|14.||Day Sleeping Girl||4/16/2010|
|17.||Day And Night||4/16/2010|
|18.||On Sharing A Husband||4/16/2010|
I am like a jackfruit on the tree.
To taste you must plug me quick, while fresh:
the skin rough, the pulp thick, yes,
but oh, I warn you against touching --
the rich juice will gush and stain your hands
Translated by Nguyen Ngoc Bich
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.