1. I spend it yearning, though yearning little suits me,
Slowly tending towards lingering, such is its bent.

2. Yet my yearning comes not from a transport of passion,
But a yearning for one gone from home and kin.

3. O what a night whose stars I exposed!
My breath kindled and I suffered its like.

4. Both of us were wearied of each other, and thus,
When a man is long parted from a thing, it wearies him.