Don't ask me my beloved, for the same love
that I used to give you once I had thought that if I had you,
life would shine eternally on me;
That having you ***,
the sorrows of the world would mean nothing;
That your beauty would bring permanence to the colours of Spring;
That nothing in the world was of worth but your eyes;
Were you to be mine, fate would bow low before me; It was not so.
It was just my wish that it were so;
Dark fearful *** come down the centuries
, Woven in silk, satin and brocade In every corner and market,
bodies being sold Covered in dust and bathed in blood My gaze returns in that direction too,
what can I do? Even now your beauty is ravishing but what can I say?
Other pains exist in the world than those that love brings. There are joys other than joy of union.