My lover's parting, I allowed
Whom to complain my hue pallid?
Claiming it is begot through him
Pallor creeps and rides over my frame.
He seized my beauty and modesty
Leaving pangs and Pallor to me.
He is my thought, his praise my theme
Yet this pallor steals over my frame.
My lover departed me there
And pallor usurped my body here.
]ust as darkness waits for light-off
Pallor looks for lover's arms-off.
From his embrace 1 turned a nonce
This pallor swallowed me at once.
On my pallor they cast a slur
But none says "lo he parted her."
Let all my body become pale
If he who took my leave fares well.
Let people call me all pallid
But my lover let them not deride.
WAILING OVER PALLOR
