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Čínske dievča

Китайская девушка

Vo vode bez pohnutia
čnie modrý pavilón,
je ako klietka z prútia
s nádherným motýľom.

A z toho pavilónu
pozerám na západ,
na trepot lístia stromu
hľadievam častokrát.

Na rozknísané stromy
i kĺzajúci čln,
čo ohne pavilóny
uprostred riečnych vĺn.

Z porcelánových ruží
mám v svojej izbe krík,
na zlatej nitke krúži
kovový kolibrík.

Neverím zvodom, radám,
v hodvábnom denníku
o láske, žiali skladám
pokojné haiku.

Hoc lysý, chudorľavý
snúbenec má ma rád,
v Kantone si bol spraviť
pred časom doktorát.


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