The Jasmine at your Door

"The jasmine at your door, my jasmine,oh and I came to prune it, my little bird.And your mother thought, my Yasemin,that I came to take you away.The black eyes, which are sweet, my Yasemin.Oh, the brows, which are long, my little bird.Made me forsake ~my Yasemin~ oh, my mother's milk, my little bird."Thus runs this Cypriot folk song which plays with the double entendre of the word jasmine: the