The sea grass waves its field of green,
It shakes its hair now combed and clean;
Here we pressed the sea grass down,
So far away the steepled town;
And though we did as lovers do,
It wasn't me who ran from you;
Now we pass in village streets;
I kissed those lips that smile discreet.
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I would like to translate this poem
I kissed those lips that smile discreet. I like it. thanks