I come here with my love at leisure, We write verses by fountain side with pleasure. On the fifteenth night before flowers and moon bright, Her fingers playing on fourteen strings bring a breeze light. How lovely they seem! Her ivory clappers accompany her song of frontier. The night tranquil, AIl mountains still, We hear the fountain sob with running stream, The monkey cry And the crane sigh.
You may knock my teeth down or my mouth wry, Even if you break My leg and hand, Though disabled am I, Still firm Ill stand, Unless
The Satanic Majesty Or the demons come to summon me- Even one.third of my soul goes to the hell And two.thirds sink into the infernal well, O Heaven,only then Will I not go on the dark willowy lane.
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