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46 My love is thick As the herbage in spring, It is manifold as the waves That heap themselves on the shore Of the great ocean."

No more will I plant for thee Tall trees O cuckoo! Thou comest, and with thy resounding cry Dost increase my yearnings."

This morn at dawn The cuckoo's cry I heard. Didst thou hear it, my lord, Or wast thou still asleep?"

I will plant for thee A whole grove of orange-trees, O thou cuckoo! Where thou mayst always dwell Even until the winter."

It is dawn; I cannot sleep for thoughts of her I love. What is to be done With this cuckoo That goes on singing?"

Were only thy hand Lying in mine, What matter though men's words Were copious as the herbage Of the summer meads."

Since we are such things That if we are born We must some day die, So long as this life lasts Let us enjoy ourselves."