I am sitting in my small room in the Palace of the Winds

Watching a summer storm disturb the bright night sky

The humidity is such as to form narrow beads of sweat

That start on my neck and trickle down my back

Usually you would sit opposite me stripped to the waist

But you are in another town where the air is much cooler

 

Beneath my window in the purple tree I can see the chain

That you hung from a low branch on the day of your departure

It hangs peacefully without a murmur of movement

Untouched by the violence of the night

Choose Love you said to me

Choose Love