In eye's pupil, You please stay, Love,
Near to me night and day;
May there be no fear of Your loss
Amid the storm or hurricane.
In sorrow and grief, in mourning's utter pain,
Under a wasteland-heat, red with rage,
Relief I do not crave, listening in case
Your ankle-bells play.
I have affection, I want nothing, Love;
Please let there be sweetness at heart's core.
With that sweetness may be granted an embrace,
Fondness charmingly arrayed.
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Beyond this fondness what more could I hanker for!
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