To have met my friend was not my fate,

A longer lief,d have entailed a longer wait.

 

Did I trust your word,indeed? What a wrong belief !

I sure had died of joy, had I believed it true.

 

My heart alone could tell about your half-drawn arrow,

Could it leave a sting behind, had it pierced the marrow?

 

What use this friendship which cannot but advise,

O for a friend ! to  physic my sorrow, to heal my heart.

 

Mortifying is sorrow, no doubt, but how can one escape?

If not to pangs of love, we are to pangs of living a prey.

 

Calamitous is the night of severance, terrible beyond word,

I,d die with pleasure, had i to die but once,

 

Why didn,t I drown in a river ere this disgrace?

There couldn,t have been a funeral, there wouldn,t be a grave.

 

Who can behold him? He is singularly unique,

Had there been a shade of duality, Him you might have seen.