Comb of Chastity
It is not
just the soft fall of black, shiny
As she winds her way
Caressed by the breeze through banana leaves
Drenched by the rain on coconut plantations
The black waterfall of her hair tumbles down
Sends the hearts of many lads
Sends the thoughts of many honest fellows
On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, the sparrows’ chirps
rouse the sky from its slumber
Every living thing opens its eyes and discovers
how wondrous the world still is
Not noticing how the beauty rising to the
just the soft fall of black, shiny
As she winds her way
Caressed by the breeze through banana leaves
Drenched by the rain on coconut plantations
The black waterfall of her hair tumbles down
Sends the hearts of many lads
Sends the thoughts of many honest fellows
On the ninth day of the sixth lunar month, the sparrows’ chirps
rouse the sky from its slumber
Every living thing opens its eyes and discovers
how wondrous the world still is
Not noticing how the beauty rising to the
