Danh mục thơ Hồ Xuân Hương : - Chế sư

Title: - Mocking a Monk

Not a Chinese, nor really one of us
With his shaved head, robe without flaps.
Cakes are placed before him, four or five kinds.
Behind him, nuns hover, six or seven.
Sometimes he strikes a cymbal, sometimes a bell or gong,
chanting hee, chanting haw, chanting hee, haw, họ
Perfecting that, maybe he'll be a Venerable
perched high up there on the Lotus Seat of Buddhas.