Stoneless fruit of love they have
Who are beloved by those they love.
The lover - and - beloved's self-givings
Are like rains to living beings.
The pride of living is for those
Whose love is returned by love so close.
Whose love is void of love in turn
Are luckless with all esteems they earn.
What can our lover do us now
If he does not requite our love?
One sided pains; love in both souls
Poises well like shoulder poles.
This cupid aims at me alone.;
Knows he not my pallor and pain?
None is so firm as she who loves
Without kind words from whom she dotes.
The lover accords not my desires
And yet his words sweeten my ears.
You tell your grief to listless he
Bless my heart! rather fill up sea!
PINING ALONE
