Though to talk too much of Heaven
Is not well,
Though agreeable people never
Mention Hell,
Yet the woman who betrayed me,
Whom I kissed,
In that bygone summer taught me
Both exist.
I was ardent, she was always
Wisely cool,
So my lady played the traitor—
I, the fool.
Oh! your pardon! but remember
If you please,
I'm translating: this is only
Japanese.
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