My eyes are dim rustre-bereft
Worn fingers count days since he left.
Beauty pales and my bracelets slide;
Why not forget him now, bright maid?
Will as guide he went to win
Yet I live-to see him again.
My heart in rapture heaves to see
His return with love to embrace me.
Let me but gaze and gaze my spouse
Sallow on my soft shoulders flies.
Let my spouse return just a day
Joy-drink shall drive my pain away.
If my eye-like lord returneth
Shall I sulk or clasp or do both?
May the king fight and win and give
And with my wife I will feast this eve !
One day seems as seven to those
Who yearn return of distant spouse.
When her heart is broken, what is
The good of meeting and love-embrace?
MUTUAL YEARNING
