Her lonely boat fated to float aimlessly
midstream, weary with sadness, drifting.
Her hold overflowing with duty and feeling,
bow rocked by storms, adrift and wandering.
She rows on, not caring who tries to dock,
sails on, not caring who tries the rapids.
Whoever comes on board is pleased
as she plucks her guitar, sad and drifting.
Confession Iii
Ho Xuan Huong
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