Longing for return
My eyes have lost their glow and my fingers worn out Marking the days of his absence. What if I forget him now, my bright jewel? For it costs my beauty and armlets! He parted from me longing for conquests; And if I live yet, it is longing for his return. The thought of reunion when my love returns Makes my heart burgeon higher and higher. Pallor will soon disappear from my slim shoulders, Once my eyes feast seeing him. Enough if he returns for a day, I will gorge him till all my ills vanish. When he, dear as my eyes, returns, Should I frown or embrace him or do both? May the king succeed in his efforts! I can then join my wife and party in the evenings. Even a day will seem seven to those Who long for the day of their mate’s return. To one dead of a broken heart, what avails my return, Meeting or even embrace?