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
- by Ho Xuan Huong20
A gentle spring evening arrives airily, unclouded by worldly dust.
Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave. We see heaven upside-down in sad puddles.
Love's vast sea cannot be emptied. And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.
Where is nirvana? Nirvana is here, nine times out of ten.
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