He has come, bringing with him the message of beauty, colour, and music;

He has come bringing him with him Cupid’s bow, the wine goblet.

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Those youths

Heated in the light fire of moonlight

Made by the froth of the sea,

Walking tougher and talking on the green garden path,

Walking, exuding scent from your body!

Walk swaying your waist!

Walk, with staggering feet.

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He has come, bringing with him the message of beauty, colour, and music;

He has come bringing with him Cupid’s bow, the wine goblet.

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O God, may his dance-carpet be wider.

May the sound of the pickaxe be victorious, the stonecutter triumphant.

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            1958

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From: Yāden̲ (Remembrances), 1963. pp. 145 – 46