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from I SHALL NOT DIE FOR THEE

For thee I shall not die,

Woman high of fame and name;

Foolish men thou mayest slay

I and they are not the same.

Why should I expire

For the fire of an eye,

Slender waist or swan-like limb,

Isn't for them that I should die?

The round breasts, the fresh skin,

Cheeks crimson, hair so long and rich;

Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,

Please God, not I, for any such.

Woman, graceful as the swan,

A wise man did nurture me.

Little palm, white neck, bright eye,

I shall not die for thee.