Poem: Nguyen Khuyen

[fallenshateiel]

To The Singing Girl Named Lun

Long ago when you wanted to marry me,
I snubbed you by calling you too naive and young.
Now that you're ripe for marrying,
it's I who wants to marry you. You say I'm too old?
I've grown old, yes, but not like other men:
I'm ten times better at making love.

-- Nguyen Khuyen