How shall I feast this dream which brought A message from my lord? If only my painted eyes could sleep, I will tell him in my dream of my true predicament. Though I miss him when I am awake, My life lingers on as I see him in my dreams. Dreams sustain my love for in it I seek him Who visits not while I am awake. The very sight of him is joyous. Be it in dreams or while I am awake. Save for that thing called waking, My dream-lover won't leave me indeed. Why does he haunt me in my dreams When he cruelly deserts me when awake? Asleep he is round my shoulders. Awake he hurries back to my heart. Only those starved of love dreams, Rue missing their beloved in wakefulness. He is a deserter, people say. But how can they see his visits in my dreams?