Here you will find the Poem The Fan of poet Ho Xuan Huong
Are you seventeen or eighteen?(1) Let me cherish you by all means. Thin or thick you display a triangle, and Large or small I hold you with one hand. The more it is hot the fresher you will submit, Not enough love at night, daytime will make it. Your cheeks are rose pink and give you grace, Lords and kings love you because of your face.
