“THE WALKING GIRL”

When the breeze swells your two silk robes, 
You look like a goddess clothed in clouds. 

When you pass, the flowers of the mulberry trees breathe you. 

When you carry lilacs that you have gathered, they tremble with joy. 

Circles of gold hug your ankles. Blue stones gleam at your belt. 

A bird of jade has made its nest in your hair. 

The roses of your cheeks are placed in the immense pearls of your necklace.

 When you look at me, I see the river flow. 

When you speak to me, I hear the music of the wind of my country. 

When a rider meets you, at dusk, He believes that it is already the dawn and immobilizes his horse. 

When a beggar sees you, he forgets his hunger.

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