Painting of a lion in a forest with trees and bushes

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It seems there is someone over there
,
in that fold of the hill
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Clad in creepers
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with a belt of mistletoe
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He is gazing at me
,
his lips parted in a smilek
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Have you taken a fancy to me
?
Do I please you with my lovely ways
?
Driving red leopards
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followed by stripy civets
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Chariot of magnolia
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banners of cassia
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Clad in stone-orchid
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with belt of asarum
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I go gathering sweet herbs to give to the one I love
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I live in a dark bamboo grove
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where I never see the sky
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The way was perilous and hard
;
that is why I am late for the tryst
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High on the top of the hill I stand all alone
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Below me the clouds sweep past in droves
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All is murk and gloom
.
Chiang
!
Darkness by day
!
The east wind blows gust on gust
,
spreading magic rain
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Waiting for the Divine One I linger and forget to go back
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The year is drawing to its close
,
who will now beflower me
?
I pluck the Thrice-blossoming amid the hills
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Among a welter of rocks and vine-creeper spreading between
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Wronged by my Lord I am too sad to think of going back
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You love me
,
I know it
;
nothing can come between us
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He of the hills is fragrant with the scent of galingale
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He drinks from a spring amid the rocks
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He shelters under cypress and pine
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You love me
,
I know it
,
despite all doubts that rise
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His chariot thunders
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the air is dark with rain
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The monkeys twitter
;
again they cry all night
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The wind soughs and soughs
,
the trees rustle
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My love of my Lord has brought me only sorrow
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