1. My heart I cast amidst the gloom
Of a moon that shed its light from Skedar.

2. The darkness passes, and my eyes
In his love graze upon the meadows.

3. I wish that I could grasp in my hand
The promise from him of my waiting.

4. He reaps, so made excuses for
Himself, not pleased with my excuses.

5. Does he know what I have endured?
Or is he unaware of my plight?

6. I complain of thirst forever, yet
The water of beauty flows on his cheek.

7. Confused, with him I pass my days,
Not knowing my right hand from my left.

8. His manners refused but to wear
The garment of aloofness.

9. So I loved him, and above all
The world he was my chosen one.