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Love for an honored woman illuminates my mind’s eye and my imagination,
While I praise her beauty, for she comforts me in my exile.
My soul is like a lone bird and each night she greets the face of…
A moon full of shimmering honey,
Exuding joy.
What bird beats in my heart?
Fly away—away, but not alone.
What am I shy? What?
Thick empyrean wine.
I’ll take a wicker bottle,
To the cemetery alone…