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