LIKE HARPS, LIKE HARPS

Like harps, like harps –

the golden groves resounded

Selfstrumming:

Spring is coming

Fragrant,

Adorned

With flower-pearls.

With thoughts, with thoughts –

The azure overflowed like the sea with ships

Tender-toned:

There will be fiery

Battle!

There will be laughter, mother-of-pearl

Lament.

I will stop and gaze about –

Rivulets everywhere like chimes, a golden lark

Undulating:

Spring in full bloom

Bountiful,

Adorned

With flower-pearls.

My love, my dearest –

Whether you walk forlorn, or filled with brimming happiness

There beyond the fields:

O, open up

The wheat husk of eyelashes!

There will be laughter, and mother-of-pearl

Lament...

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