1. The lightning of Hendes did flash and gleam,
Why then are the wine cups still unseen?

2. No respite for the slain of heart and soul,
From life's sweet draught their thirst is never clean.

3. Can sorrow be quenched save by the cup,
The boon companion and the goblet keen?

4. In the garden he wove, the vines entwine,
With leaves of emerald and branches lean.

5. The breeze rustles softly through each bough,
Before the dawn has time to breathe unseen.

6. It waters the saplings throughout the dark,
While the minds of the wise begin to wean,

7. A moon no doubt, but it sailed apace,
Into the sky's dark shrouds of gray and green.

8. He fears for his blooms from prying eyes,
And the narcissus is almost demeaned.

9. A mere glance can shake his entire being,
Though untouched by a brush it had not seen.

10. With a mere covetous look he yearns,
Concealing his secret hopes obscene.

11. Who sold his soul for a glimpse undeserved,
That no appraisal could rightly preen.

12. O you who forgot your fervent lover,
And the message of doves that flew between.

13. Naught have I left but the thoughts of you,
Since you bereft me of one serene.

14. In clothes of disgrace you enveloped me,
Though once did I don garb most pristine.

15. My tears you made crimson that courses still,
Down cheeks once full now hollow and lean.

16. So miserly you became I faded from,
The sights of those seated on cushioned green.

17. As if I were only stray notions,
In a suspicious and restless mien.

18. How much you torment me, your grace,
Though blameless I have always been.