No one can nix true love
and nip the romance in the bud.
It will sprout again and spread its leaves,
Like a sapling of the plantain, cut.
Like a sapling, chopped at its stem!
Are they craving for, amoral life?
Why you sever their ties?
Bruit about rumours; bruise their minds
and assault with arms on them.
And assault with arms on them!
Their souls have been already merged
with the blessings of the Heavens!
You are yokels, what you can do
but to settle them with persons new.
You settle them with persons new!
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