By Thugten Dorjee Drukpa
If we don’t meet again,
You be a lady of age-
Bird-like free,
Smile a joy of your life,
And marry a man of your wish,
And be glad and live ever,
If your love is great,
And so do mine;-
You won’t scorn my orison,
I beg your word,
Let I not hear you cry,
Say me, ‘I will’,
Promise me,
Oh! My coy ladylove
(Nykøbing Mors, Denmark)
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