March 20, 2014
I long for the flower garden so show your face
I long for the depths of sweetness so open your beautiful lips
Remove that mask of clouds, O Sun! Show me your
face!
I long for that bright shining face
When I listened to the sound of the drum, I heard a sign from you
I long to see the hand of the ruler -- that is why I am here again
You’ve told me out of mischief: don’t bother me anymore! Go away!
I long for hearing you tell me to go away, to not bother you anymore
I long to see you bite your lip and say : "go! the King is not here in this house!"
I long for your mischief, your pretension , your scolding , you sending me away
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