Love is sweeter than wine; for vast
Is its delight at very thought.
Pains are off at the lover's thought
In all aspects this love is sweet.
To sneeze 1 tried hence but could not
Me he tried to think but did not.
Have I a place within his heart?
Ah from mine he will never depart.
Shame! My heart often he enters
Banning me entry into his.
Beyond the thought of life with him
What else of life can 1 presume?
What will happen if 1 forget
When his memory burns my heart?
1 bring him to ceaseless memory
He chides not; and thus honours me.
Dear life ebbs away by thought
Of him who said we are one heart.
Hail moon! Set not so that I find
Him who left me but not my mind.
SAD MEMORIES
