The eyes pointed him to me; why then
They weep with malady and pine?
Why should these dyed eyes grieve now sans
Regrets for their thoughtless glance?
Eyes darted eager glance that day
It's funny that they weep today.
These eyes left me to endless grief
Crying adry without relief.
My eyes causing lust more than sea
Suffer that torture sleeplessly.
Lo! eyes that wrought this love-sickness
Are victims of the same themselves.
Let tears dry up pining pining
In eyes that eyed him longing longing.
There he whose lips loved, not his heart
Yet my eyes pine seeing him not.
He comes; no sleep; he goes; no sleep
This is the fate of eyes that weep.
Like drum beats eyes declare my heart;
From people who could hide its secret?
WASTEFUL LOOK FOR WISTFUL LOVE
