I was furious with my companion:
I told my anger, my rage finished.
I was furious with my adversary:
I told it not, my anger developed.
What’s more, I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
What’s more, I sunned it with my grins,
Furthermore, with delicate underhanded wiles.
Furthermore, it became both constantly,
Till it bore an apple splendid;
What’s more, my adversary viewed it sparkle,
Furthermore, he realize that it was mine.
Furthermore, into my nursery took
At the point when the night had hidden the post;
Toward the beginning of the day happy I see
My adversary outstretched underneath the tree.
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