When the gossamer nymph appears, My beloved's beauty drives me to distraction.
Surrender.
When I am enraptured by a glimpse, My beloved's beauty is a tender branch caught by the breeze.
Surrender.
Oh my destiny, my perplexity
No one can comfort me in my misery,
In my lamenting and suffering for love,
But for the one in the beautiful mirage
My beloved's beauty drives me to distraction.
Surrender.
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