I asked her name, she said: "Rewa"
Secretly, the first signs of love enveloped me
All the fruits fell upon her cheeks
What fault would there be if the peach
Were not perfectly formed upon her cheek?
I sensed in her a desire for an embrace
But the bamboo stalk did not bend
I drew her near to me so that we might remain together
For the fault, the whole fault, is for love to depart
For her stature is like the poplar in its height
Or like wheat untouched by the breeze
If her beautiful face shone, so rejoice!
Her teeth are like perfectly aligned pearls.
I kissed her to quench my thirst with her saliva,
But my lips, despite my longing, were not satisfied.
I kissed her, and my heart told my story,
And life, like an illusion, faded with abandonment.
No, I do not fear a fleeting love,
I fear "Rewa" may casts a lover into separation.
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