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VIOLET ON THE MOUNTAIN<br />
Ah, how I love those clouds<br />
Ah, how I love those clouds<br />
Spread over Borbala Mountain.<br />
They rejoice so at the prospect<br />
Of being joined with each other.<br />
Now they have come together,<br />
They sprinkle soft drizzle on me.<br />
No matter how much they try<br />
They’ll never part us again.<br />
I’ve likened you to red wine<br />
I’ve likened you to red wine<br />
Standing in a glass;<br />
Who could desire a kingdom<br />
Lying in your arms?<br />
The sun will never be darkened<br />
In the space around you.<br />
The stream bore me a wood chip<br />
The stream bore me a wood chip<br />
Cut from a poplar tree.<br />
Wood chip, say what my lover<br />
Sent as a message for me.<br />
— Your lover of slender frame,<br />
I saw him: cut through the bone.<br />
I rose up and wept for him,<br />
Covered his corpse with small stones.<br />
A rose blossomed upon your cheek<br />
A rose blossomed upon your cheek,<br />
It adorned you with its clear hue,<br />
By your eye, like a beauty spot<br />
Glistened a dewdrop wafted from heaven.<br />
A jealous breeze threw itself at you,<br />
Tousled your finely-braided hair;<br />
Raven-dark brows and eyelashes sheltered<br />
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