1. What heart has separation scorched and shaken?
What bosom has it fired up and stirred?

2. What tears have flowed, what hearts been seared,
As estrangement's harm within them lurked?

3. How many suns, to bid the sun farewell,
Saw wisdom's feebleness unfurled?

4. A stance where destiny holds sway
And grief has overwhelmed all cheer.

5. If many saw me there, they'd doubt
That I could muster any pride.

6. No troops of woe o'ercame me, till
They made our trysting place deserted.

7. A parting that still flows as tears
When I recall it, and anguish in the heart.

8. My lady walks most gracefully -
And I walk best when dressed in silk.

9. So gently am I formed, I seem
A lover one can scarcely see or touch.