A woman in love is a candle with flame.
Like the candle, she burns out by pining.
A man in love is like a fly in flight.
Like the fly, he dies by the fire of love.
The woman and the candle end as ash.
The man and the fly end as the charred.
They all had had their quotas of pleasure
In their actions of draining and plunging..
We, the impotent need not mock at them.
Deprived of union by men’s sanction,
The lovers derived more sexual pleasure
Than did any happily married couple
27.10.2008 repeat
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