Analysis of There Lies a Woman

There, in front of the old pagoda, lies a woman.
She blocks the driveway quietly on her side.
The local traffic passes by like a hoodlum.
They seem to think here ignoring is right.

There, in front of the old pagoda, lies a woman,
smartly dressed in accordance with fashion,
but the ashen face keeps away the footman.
No eyes to look at her with compassion.

There, in front of the old pagoda, lies a woman,
severely wounded, and probably dead.
The head rest on her arm, stiffened by then.
One look and forever this image is etched.

There, in front of the old pagoda, lies a woman.
No monk is watching over her with respect.
Even the Buddhist here seems lost in nowhere.
He just waits for the money he may expect.