[Echo and Narcissus]
Echo, the nymph
Narcissus, the youth
Chorus: [Enter chorus]
Under a shady tree a rest she took,
When she glimpsed his face her heart greatly shook,
For she never met a boy like her age
With such a stunning beauty so amazed
She fully blushed with apple red, and hid
And leaned against the wood, to see clearly
His divine eyes and lips so driving lust –
A desire laden with passion and fuss.
[In pursuit of lake for water; monologue]
Nothing could feel more gay, to look aloft
The sky with majestic sun, shining soft
The verdure grass, wood and trees of citron;
Gleaming upon lake like scent of melon.
Whence cometh this sweet and touching voice of lyre
That calms peace of my mind, bequeaths warmer
Tune to Gaia, the vivid soul of earth
Till She smiles her instant forever mirth?
Hither cometh the voice of my sincere soul,
To please nobody but please with an ode;
To chant nothing but those feelings untold,
And allow them freely to be exposed.
The music speaks so gently to and fro
Through my joyful mind and my happy thoughts
My joy sublimes thanks to God of Water
And I can see clearly in the mirror,
My profile more perfect than the rest
My face the most pure among those I’ve met.
Why is it pain to utter emotions?
They’re flowing beyond words or motion
What draws more pain than to quench my strong hopes
To murmur at thee till melt of our souls?
[Shy with Narcissus]
Tell me not that it’s too late to beseech
Thy beauteous face and my love from thee!
What a wretched girl! I should have told thee
All I love is my face from the lake seen,
The flawless which can’t be compared but me,
The lips of myself that I long to kiss,
And my heavenly smile I wish to keep.
Alas! Dost thou not believe in God’s fate
That leads to our first encounter to-day?
Dost thou give her who admires thee a chance,
To prove her love, or give her but a glance?
Please then regret for falling just in love,
Or repent with why thou were born unjust
Forget me and bid farewell all you should,
Till contemplate on the difference you could!
Fate wrongs the encounter and poors her heart
Tortures one-sided-love with words of dark –
Endless river and cascade formed by tears,
Pretty voices dried by ceaseless moan ere…
[First written on 22nd March, 2014 by James Au]