Losing Both Worlds

Losing both worlds in this love 

for you,

there goes someone, after a 

night of pain.

 

Desolate is the tavern, and 

despondent are

the cups and jars -

your parting has alienated me

from the days of spring.

 

four days was all the time I

had for swimming;

indeed, I've known the limits

of God's bounty.

 

The world's grind has

estranged me

from your remembrance -

the woes of life are more alluring

than your love.

 

Unwittingly, as she broke into

a smile today, o friend -

then ask me not how yearnings

upsurged in this hapless heart...