Cho Vân-Anh
(Trong “Cơn Ác-Mộng”)
HER HAIR
For Vân Anh
She had a head of black hair
Fine like water-color painting
The style so graceful to air
Always charming remaining
Her hair seemed to dance
And glide in musical strain
With perfumes to trance
And velvet in a soft vein
When she became mine
She changed in many ways
Eyes, cheeks, and lips shine
Jolly, joyful, and young always
I stroked her ripple smooth
I breathed her familiar scent
It proudly enjoyed to soothe
Sea sun and night dew extent
Life was wide like an eagle
Pure and right creates elated
The couple thought of regal
As never to be to abyss fated
But, bliss abruptly became bore
Bones and flesh gripped by steel
Her eyes with tears turned sore
My tongue numb with bile to feel
She hiked miserably to visit me
Her hair covered in dusty wimple
I avoided her eyes, lips to see
Throat choked with anger simple
Then once oh! how surprising
She untied the headscarf there
I amazedly stared at her realizing
Her now pepper and salt hair
Alas! Only in a so short time
This topsy-turvy had occurred
Frogs in wells: unheard chime
Famine formed miserable herd
Her eyes were black and blue
Lips dried and cheeks sunken
Looking at the grey hair through
I felt that my heart got shrunken
Her hair had stopped to dance
No more on musical tune to glide
Aromatic spices neither chance
No longer on velours to ride
I wanted to stroke her hair
But life had forbidden to do so
I must wait for dreams to share
To warm my heart chilled in snow
She loves me needless to say
Weary, painful because of me
The more her hair grows gray
The deeper my resentment will be
English version by THANH-THANH
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