““Your little sister Has tossed her Untied hair forward Like a living veil, Like a fragrant hedge, And peers, with such eyes! Through a fragrant veil, Through a dark hedge ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things. Fruits have ripened On all the longing branches In your nightly garden, Chinese lanterns like red fruits Sway and illuminate The longing branches Rustled by the night wind In your little garden ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things.””
