True love

To love a woman,

Assured of her status,

Is like the seed sown

In a prepared land,

To rear an orchard.

To love a woman

At the very first sight

Is like the seed dispersed

Over raw land as such,

To emerge as a wild plant.

The wild plant hardly dies.

True love is not the love

Of the prince for the princess.

30.05.2002, pakd