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Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!

I have heard the liquid murmur of the river through the darkness of midnight;

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;

Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of a road in the lonely waste, like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.

Yet my heart is sweet with the memory of the first fresh jasmines that filled my hands when I was a child.

Yet my memory is still sweet with the first white jasmines that I held in my hand when I was a child.

I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

Many a glad day has come in my life, and I have laughed with merrymakers on festival nights.

I have worn round my neck the evening wreath of bakulas woven by the hand of love.

On grey mornings of rain I have crooned many an idle song.