If you’re bewitched by an image of a lady
such that the strong and stubborn hope
moves you with its elastic string-
Dropped off from a height with crashed dreams as if
you stand up and resume the desperate search-
And if I don’t measure up to it in the slightest,
I won’t chase you ever!
And shall appear a sturdy statue
Unless you change your course
and come to me with love-
a juicy pomegranate;
Unless you appear shaken
with the storm of my affection
seeking in me refuge.
If you don’t,
I’m no less stubborn!