What Her Girl Friend Said to Him, Trying to Dissuade Him from His Long Journey -

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As they carry the white paddy of their land
to barter it for the salt of another,
crossing the long roads in carts
through sands white as moonlight,
taking whole families
who hate to be left behind,

the exodus of the salt merchants
leaves a city empty.

Seashore man,
you must be dense indeed:

what with the nasty cold wind
blowing through everything
and the misery of evenings
in your absence,

she is a water lily
in a dry bed
trampled by white herons
overfed on a whole shoal of fish.

She'll not last a day, believe me,
and you don't even think of it.
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