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Speak to me, my love! Tell me inwords what you sang. The night is dark. The stars arelost in clouds. The wind is sighingthrough the leaves. I will let loose my hair. My bluecloak will cling round me like night.…
Do not keep to yourself the secret ofyour heart, my friend! Say it to me, only to me, in secret. You who smile so gently, softlywhisper, my heart will hear it, not myears. The night is deep, the house issilent,…
When she passed by me with quicksteps, the end of her skirt touchedme. From the unknown island of aheart came a sudden warm breath ofspring. A flutter of a flitting touch brushedme and vanished in a moment, like atorn flower…
Why did he choose to come to mydoor, the wandering youth, when theday dawned? As I come in and out I pass by himevery time, and my eyes are caught byhis face. I know not if I should speak to…
Day after day he comes and goesaway. Go, and give him a flower from myhair, my friend. If he asks who was it that sent it, Ientreat you do not tell him my name—for he only comes and goes away.…
When the two sisters go to fetchwater, they come to this spot andthey smile. They must be aware of somebodywho stands behind the trees when-ever they go to fetch water. The two sisters whisper to eachother when they pass this…
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the sweet smell of henna is in the air;my flute lies on the earth neglectedand your garland of flowers isunfinished.…
Free me from the bonds of yoursweetness, my love! Nor more of thiswine of kisses. This mist of heavy incense stiflesmy heart. Open the doors, make room for themorning light. I am lost in you, wrapped in thefolds of your…
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for youand set your solitary image in myheart wrought in a golden song. But ah, my evil fortune, time isshort. Youth wanes year after year; thespring days…
To the guests that must go bidGod’s speed and brush away all tracesof their steps. Take to your bosom with a smilewhat is easy and simple and near. To-day is the festival of phantomsthat know not when they die. Let…