1. I have lived a quarter of passion with a heart
That will not break its promise of love

2. I have lingered in it, trailing the train
Of one I love, round the circling course

3. If I die of longing, yet I have a love
Whose plants are fed by sickness and sorrow

4. Truly, the tale of love is truth
That turns aside its pain through every event

5. I am weary with longing for a beloved
As long as I live, never ceasing to pine

6. He sways like a bough made slender by fruit
So my glances at anything passing are rapt

7. A world was revealed to all, but which
To his own world, does any man reap?

8. He makes game of lovers, flying far -
All are content, though he is but playing.