Don't love me, my sweet,
Like your shadow
For shadow fades at evening
And I want to keep you
Right up to cockrow;
Nor like pepper
Which makes the belly hot
For then I couldn’t take you
When I'm hungry;
Nor like a pillow
For we'd be together in the hours of sleep
But scarcely meet by day;
Nor like rice
For once swallowed you think no more of it;
Nor like soft speeches
For they quickly vanish;
Nor like honey,
Sweet indeed but too common.
Love me like a beautiful dream,
Your life in the night,
My hope in the day;
Like a piece of money,
Ever with me on earth,
And for the great journey
A faithful comrade;
Like a calabash,
Intact, for drawing water;
In pieces, bridges for my guitar.
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