Half a word, even a thought
Is enough for kindred hearts.
Heartfelt relations grow
To the envy of enemies.

Not a day without kisses.
In embraces, with a touching of necks,
Even without extra gifts,
The stranger becomes kin.

On the bed side by side and at a distance in spirit
They long to merge with bellies and chests,
And at last in ecstatic motion
They continue the lineages with children.