Some Verses From Tibetan Love-songs.
Some Verses From Tibetan Love-songs. of «Folk tales from Tibet» by William Frederick Travers, Sir O'Connor: the whole text, 10 sentences and 164 words. The small number after every sentence leads to its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself.
A woman sings to a man whose affection for her is waning:1
“As a great mountain, with its cooling streams, Nourishes the little fields far down below, Do you, my lover, with a stream of love, Nourish the heart of her who loves you so.”2
The man replies to the woman:3
“When autumn chills destroy the honeyed flowers, The bees must do without their favourite food; So when my passion cools, and dies my love, You should submit to this my changéd mood.”4
A man sings to a woman:5
“Up every rocky cliff some path exists, If one can find a guide to show the way; So to your heart some avenue must lead, Teach me, forthwith, that path of love, I pray.”6
The woman replies:7
“Were I inclined to grant this fruit [12] to you, The gift were thine at once—to-day, to-morrow.8 But oh!9 I fear that lurking at your back, Are demons red [13] to bring me endless sorrow.”10
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