The wife draws the blanket, that one a chill,
A plague on the plight of sharing a husband.
A rare time, an odd chance, have it or not,
A couple of turns a month is meaningless.
I try for the sticky rice, but it’s always stale,
I work for hire: Hired, I receive no pay.
Surely had I known life would be like this,
I’d have stayed single and be done with it.

Hồ Xuân Hương, ‘Sharing A Husband’ trans. by Hữu Ngọc and Lady Borton

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