1. To you I complain, my heart frosty with sorrow
Yet gentleness suffuses my words

2. Be not hasty to blame it, guard its blossom
Restraint may temper some blame

3. Wit has its jesting, to which songbirds trill
When melody's wellsprings flow clear

4. How fine is literature's salt, with such salt
All subtlety, beauty and kindness therein

5. Now I feel I've been slumbering for a year
Eyelids lifted from eyes foggy and wan

6. My gaze saw with wonder, beyond ken
Poetry's arena of concision

7. Why take issue with one luxuriant
Whom scholars spurn, depriving him of grace?

8. I'm drawn to his honeyed features, a visage
Languid, smooth, slender and bent