Here you will find thePoemOn Sharing A Husbandof poet Ho Xuan Huong
Screw the fate that makes you share a man. One cuddles under cotton blankets; the other's cold. Every now and then, well, maybe or maybe not, once or twice a month, oh, it's like nothing. You try to stick to it like a fly on rice but the rice is rotten. You slave like the maid, but without pay. If I had known how it would go I think I would have lived alone.
