What His Friend Said, Teasing the Man in Love

Kuruntokai 204

Love, love,
they say.
is no disease,
no evil goddess.

Come to think of it,
dear man
with those great shoulders,
love is very much like an old bull,

enjoys a good lick
of the young grass
on the slope
of an old backyard:

a fantasy feast,
that's what love is.
Author of original: 
Milaipperun Kantan
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