1/2株茉莉

Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road

in the lonely waste,

like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.

Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines

that I held in my hand when I was a child.

Many a glad day has come in my life,

and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.

I have worn round my neck

the evening wreath of bakulas

woven by the hand of love.

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines

that filled my hands when I was a child.

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