Expostulation with One
My heart! You see his heart and stand by him, But why don’t you stand by me? My heart! Having seen his indifference, Why do you go after him in hope? O my heart! Is it because the fallen have no friends That you madly run after him? Who will consult you hereafter, my heart, Having failed to sulk before yielding? Anxious of not getting, and of losing when got, Either way my heart is always anxious. If my heart stays with me here, It is to devour me when I am musing alone. Even modesty I have forgotten, Due to my meek and foolish heart unable to forget him. My dear loving heart decrees, my lord is not to be shamed And thus hails only his glory. Who will help one in distress, When one’s own heart refuses to help? When one's own heart behaves like a stranger, Why talk of strangers?