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Still at shoulder length your hair is streaming,
Held by a pin in the wind fluttering,
Flowing over your eye of ebony,
Hiding Heaven's magical mystery.
My tepid heart soon quickened at your sight
After so many solitary years.
Seeing your lovely figure in that light,
Memories flooded in of yesteryears.
There you were one early summer day's dawn,
Your hair fluttering to the gusty wind,
Charming smile adorning your dimpled cheek.
Could this be the one I always dream to seek?
The mysterious bright light that shone forth
From your eyes made up my own blissful ken,
Your streaming hair ensnared the soul of men,
And made of life such unending reward.
Translated by Thomas D. Le
7 October 2004
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