On the stairway fragrance assails the bosom;
In the garden flowers light the eye.
Once the spring heart is like this,
Love comes without bounds.
translated by Jan W. Walls
On the stairway fragrance assails the bosom;
In the garden flowers light the eye.
Once the spring heart is like this,
Love comes without bounds.
translated by Jan W. Walls
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The words are floating they touch one deep down, just so lovely. If only I could write like that.
That’s one of the reasons I admire them so much.
Beautiful indeed.
I agree.