1. For whom is an abandoned, desolate ruin,
Once known, now unrecognized?

2. If only it could speak to inform,
When asked, it would relate.

3. But youth has altered it,
Its features now obscured.

4. Each downpour has gullies
That flow when its thunder rains.

5. Once I met him cheerful there,
With gentle, fawn-like steps.

6. Bright-faced, slender-framed,
Like the clear dawn sun in bloom.

7. I say to whoever blames me for loving her,
“I think your understanding falls short.”

8. I am not heeded, so do not blame me,
Nor is she one to be spurned.

9. How many a friend has blamed me for loving her,
Yet fell short himself before I fell short!