1. I sense in him some change however slight,
So if this be death, O death, do not delay!

2. For after him my life will little weigh,
And what is life to me with joy's despite?

3. Was it a gleam from my Lord's face that lit
My heart, now darkened, leaving me to say:

4. "Would I had never lived to see this day!"
"Nay, wild the thought." thus self to self I writ.

5. If but my Lord look down with smile serene,
The wide world smiles, and every blossom cheers.

6. Why heed the babble of some fool between?
Truth is not harmed by slanderers' jeers.

7. If but fatigue my Lord's poor lovers wean,
Love, dearly won, will melt his heart, I deem.

8. Yet if this change be but my own surmise,
Before my Lord my face in sorrow bent,

9. I merit blame for being so intent
On my own wishes it has dimmed my eyes.