“Khi em nhìn mặt anh quá lâu...” “When I too long have looked upon your face...”

“When I too long have looked upon your face...”

When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,

I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.

Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me

Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.