To My Daughter


Even if they brand you a "kari"
And condemn you to death,
Then choose death, but live to love.
Don’t sit pretty in the show-case of respectability
You must live to love.
In the desert of thirsty desires
Don’t be like a cactus, but live to love.
If somebody’s fond memories
Come slowly to you,
Then smile and live to love.
What can they do?
They may stone you to death
But in a single moment
You can attain all of life.
You must live to love.
They may call it a sin.
So what? Bear it,
But live to love.

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