O beloved lady, in the spring of your youth,
Your face glows in the silence of midnight;
But time creeps and scatters our dreams,
Extinguishing the bloom and your maidenly gaze.
O young friend, my early dawn,
His law grows until the very end;
Your beauty trembles like the shadow of water,
And everything the heart would always guard withers.
But my pen is your sturdy shield,
It will halt time’s unrestrained course;
In these lines, your image shall not perish,
For the word blossoms, even when it dies.
Yes, despite the decrees of old time,
In my words, you shall forever possess this adornment.
Eternal Adornment
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