《lover's gift》冰 δ 月光之尘

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　　what came from your willing hands i take, i beg for nothing more.

　　yes yes i know you, the modest mendicant, you ask for all that one has.

　　if there be a stray flower for me i will wear it im my heart

　　but if tere be thorns

　　i will endure them

　　yes yes i know you, the modest mendicant, you ask for all that one has.

　　if but once you should raise your loving eyes to my face,

　　it would make my sweet beyound death

　　but if there be only cruel glance

　　i will keep them piercing my heart

　　yes yes i know you, the modest mendicant, you ask for all that one has.
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　　When the l am went out by my bed I woke up with the early birds.

　　I sat at my open window with a fresh wreath of my loose hair.

　　The young traveler came along the road in the rosy mist of the morning.

　　A pearl chain was on his neck, and the sun rays fell on his crown.

　　He stopped before my door and asked my with eager cry, \" Where is she?\"

　　For very shame I could not say, \"he is I, young traveler, she is I.\"

　　It was dsuk and the lamp was not lit.

　　I was listlessly braiding my hair.

　　The young traveler came on his chariot in the glow of the setting sun.

　　His horse was foaming at the mouth, and there was dust on his garment.

　　He alighted at my door and asked in the tired voice, \"Where is she?\"

　　For very shame I could not say, \"she is I, weary traveler, she is I.\"

　　It is an April night. The lamp is burning in my room.

　　The breeze of the south comes gently.

　　The noisy parrot sleeps in its cage.

　　My bodice is of the color of the peacock\'s throat,

　　and my mantle is green as young grass.

　　I sit upon the floor at the window watching the deserted street.

　　Through the dark night I keep humming,

　　\"She is I, despairing traveler, she is I.\"
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　　Not for me is the love that knows no restraint,

　　but like the foaming wine that have burst its vessel in a moment would run to waste.

　　Send me the love which is cool and pure like your rain that blesses the thirsty earth and fills the homely earthen jars.

　　Send me the love that would soak down into the center of being,

　　and from there would spread like the unseen sap through the branching tree of life,

　　giving birth to flowers and fruits.

　　Send me the love that keep the heart still with the fullness of peace.
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　　If, by chance, you think of me,

　　I shall sing to you when the rainy evening loosens her shadows upon the river,

　　slowly trailing her dim light towards the west,-- when the day\'s remnant is too narrow for work or for play.

　　You will sit alone in the balcony of the south, and I shall sing from the darkened room.

　　In the growing dusk, the smell of wet leaves will come through the window; and the stormy winds will become clamorous in the cocoanut grove.

　　When the lighted lamp is brought into the room, I shall go.

　　And then, perhaps, you will listen to the night,

　　and hear my song when I am silent.

　　The silent night has the beauty of mother,

　　and the clamorous day the beauty of the child.

　　God waits man to regain his childhood in wisdom.

　　Let me feel this world as thy love taking form,

　　then my love will help it.

　　Let me not shame thee, father,

　　who displayest thy glory in thy children.

　　the sileny night has the beauty of mother,

　　and teh clamorous day the beauty of the child

　　god waits man to regain his childhood in wisdom

　　let me feel this world as thy love taking form,

　　then my love will help it

　　let me not shame thee, father, who displayest thy glory in thy children