This tree’s leaf, that from the East,
Has been entrusted to my garden,
Gives to savor secret sense,
As pleasing the initiate.
Is it one living creature,
Which separated in itself?
Are they two, who choose themselves,
To be recognized as one?
Such query to reciprocate,
I surely found the proper use,
Do not you feel it in my songs,
That I am one and double?
Even my begonias in the outside planter faded overnight.
