Brothel Girl Poem by Hanzala Han

The brothel girl asked me, "Why do you come to me, poet? "
I replied her, "If an idol did not have luster, who'd worship her? "

She asked me, "What do you want from me? "
I replied her, "What else can a passerby have to want from a flower of a garden? "

Again she asked, "Do you love me? "
I replied her, "In front of a mirror, who doesn't become a Narcissus? "

Having her wide surprised eye, she asked, "Tell me how deep you love me."
I informed her, "I love you as a tree does the earth."