My constant companion is only pain,
My lover has only bought me sorrow.
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My lady, that did change this house of mine
From head to foot an angel’s grace divineEnwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;Fair as the moon her countenance, and wise;Lords of the kind and tender glance, her eyesWith an abounding loveliness did shine.Then said my heart: Here will I take my rest!This city breathes her love in every part.But to a distant bourne…
Pick up the joy giving wine and come hither.
Don’t listen to the one who says sit down and stay;Listen to me, pick up the line and come hither.
FROM out the street of So-and-So,
For I am sick and pale with woe;Oh bring me rest from misery!The dust that lies before her door,Love’s long desired elixir, pourUpon this wasted heart of mine–Bring me a promise and a sign!Between the ambush of mine eyesAnd my heart’s fort there’s enmity–Her eye-brow’s bow, the dart that flies,Beneath her lashes, bring to me!Sorrow…
Where are you O Wild Deer?
Both loners, both lost, both forsakenThe wild beast, for ambush, have all wakenLet us inquire of each other’s stateIf we can, each other’s wishes consummateI can see this chaotic fieldJoy and peace sometimes won’t yieldO friends, tell me who braves the dangerTo befriend the forsaken, behold the strangerUnless blessed Elias may come one dayAnd with…
Let not your thoughts constantly be fought,
What patience? Cause what they call the heartIs a drop of blood, and a thousand thought.
THE rose is not fair without the beloved’s face,
The path through the fields, and winds from a flower strewn place,Without her bright check, which glows like a tulip fine,Nor winds softly blowing, fields deep in corn, are fair.And lips like to sugar, grace like a flower that sways,Are nought without kisses many and dalliance sweet;If thousands of voices sang not the rose’s praise,The…