While the lotus blossom draws the dark beetle at sundown, I am in despair.
When gentle breezes blow from the mountains, my heart wilts in pain.
Oh friend with hair dark as the beetle! The one who shoots flowers as arrows brings me pains of love!
Oh dear friend, my heart is overwhelmed by desire.
Ever the longing mounts in my heart.
My body tires, my sweet voiced friend. The birds singing amongst the flowers causes me pain.
Even the rising moon has become red-hot embers to me.
Love has become my foe, my gentle friend.
Go to my beloved, tell him of my longing. Oh my friend with beautiful hair!
My beloved, beautiful as rain clouds.
Has he no mercy? Oh why this delay?
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