The earth bore you here.
To bring beauty.
The earth bore me here
To love you deeply.
In love people kiss.
The sweetness they would not miss.
My heart is passionate for you
Still I must go to battle.
My love, it is possible
That I may die in combat
The lips torn there by bullets
Might never be kissed [again] by yours.
Even if I die, my love,
I love you, though I am unable
To kiss you with the lips
Of a slave.
Phùng Quán
