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Come with me

Come, let us go together,
to the mountains, the cherry trees.
How could I say these words
to the lover of another?

I have pruned the pine
I have made it small.
I wish a love like this
back to the hell it came from.

Who cuts the alder tree
down from its hill?
Who would feel such shame
because of their beloved?

I went to the water's bed
and wept for my weeping.
It is good to be in love,
and I am just beginning.


Translated August 20, 2020

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