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

Who would prune the reddened pine
from the top down to the soil?
Who would feel such awful 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.

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Hayde

Translated August 20, 2020

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