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Vịnh cảnh đánh đu

Bốn cột khen ai khéo khéo trồng

Người thì lên đánh, kẻ ngồi trông,

Trai ôm gối hạt khom lưng cật.

Gái uốn lưng ong ngửa ngửa lòng,

Bốn mảnh quần hồng bay phất phới.

Hai hàng chân ngọc duỗi song song.

Chơi xuân đã biết xuân chăng tá.

Cột nhổ đi rồi, lỗ bỏ không.

Swinging

Praise whoever raised these poles

For some to swing while others watch

A boy pumps, then arcs his back

The sharpely girl shoves up her hips

Four pink trousers flapping hard

Two pairs of legs sterched side by side.

Spring games who hasn’t known them ?

Swingposts removed the holes lie empty.

Dịch bởi John Balaban trong tác phẩm Spring Essence

do nhà xuất bản Copper Canyon Press, Washington.

Viewing  Cacco-Cavern

Heaven and earth brought forth this rocky mass

its face cut by  a deep crevass.

Crack’s dark mount shagged with moss pines rocking in wind rush

Here aweet water spatters down and path into the cleft is dark.

Praise whoever sculpted stone.

Then left it bare for all to see.

Dịch bởi John Balaban trong tác phẩm Spring Essence

do nhà xuất bản Copper Canyon Press, Washington.

Drop by drop rain slaps the banana leaves.
Praise whoever sketched this desolate scene:
the lush, dark canopies of the gnarled trees,
the long river, sliding smooth and white.
I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.
My backpack, breathing moonlight, sags with poems.
Look, and love everyone.
Whoever sees this landscape is stunned.

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.

Jackfruit

My body is like the jackfruit on the branch:
my skin is coarse, my meat is thick.
Kind sir, if you love me, pierce me with your stick.
Caress me and sap will slicken your hands.

Three-Mountain Pass

A cliff face. Another. And still a third.
Who was so skilled to carve this craggy scene:
the cavern's red door, the ridge's narrow cleft,
the black knoll bearded with little mosses?
A twisting pine bough plunges in the wind,
showering a willow's leaves with glistening drops.
Gentlemen, lords, who could refuse, though weary
and shaky in his knees, to mount once more?

Weaving at Night

Lampwick turned up, the room glows white.
The looms moves easily all night long
as feet work and push below.
Nimbly the shuttle flies in and out,
wide or narrow, big or small, sliding in snug.
Long or short, it glides out smoothly.
Girls who do it right, let it soak

Mùa hè hây hẩy gió nồm đông
Thiếu nữ nằm chơi quá giấc nồng
Lược trúc lỏng cài trên mái tóc
Yếm đào trễ xuống dưới nương long
Ðôi gò Bông đảo sương còn ngậm
Môt lạch đào nguyên suô'i chưa thông
Quân tử dùng dằng đi chẳng dứt
Ði thì cũng dở ở không xong.

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.