Like a lover this gentle breeze
Touches and then whisks slowly away;
Away to that flower and appease
Its beloved by soft petal’s sway.
I sense this flirting beauty’s charm;
Hilarious like a fairy gone drunk,
Cold I feel; while its passionate love warm
Everything around, for it has turned so frank.
Aha the merrymaking as if wined!
So many love bites from the maiden;
Too many! And all of them find
A different lover in the single beauty hidden.
Go on, O thou seductive houri,
For I count for nothing but a crazy lover’s fury.
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