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當我在夜里獨赴幽會的時候，鳥兒不叫，風兒不吹，街道兩旁的房屋沉默地站立著。

是我自己的腳鐲越走越響使我羞怯。

當我站在涼臺上傾聽他的足音，樹葉不搖，河水靜止像熟睡的哨兵膝上的刀劍。

是我自己的心在狂跳——我不知道怎樣使它寧靜。

當我愛來了，坐在我身旁，當我的身軀震顫，我的眼睫下垂，夜更深了，風吹燈滅，云片在繁星上曳過輕紗。

是我自己胸前的珍寶放出光明。我不知道怎樣把它遮起。

When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.

It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.

When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.

It is my own heart that beats wildly—I do not know how to quiet it.

When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.

It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.