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 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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