I journeyed to your dwelling my Beloved.
Evening was nestling among the trees,
As a curlew called
At the first twinkle of the evening star,
And incense filled the gloom,
I carried my tray of sweetmeats
(A heart cake steeped in wine).
In the dulled courtyard
In a sharp swoop
He swallowed up,
And with a toothless grin
Spat it out again,
Crazed in a crackling laugh.
There it lay,
By the barren wayside,
Wayfarers crushing it underfoot;
Never to meet your sweet lips
Or, to multiply with fruitfulness.
But, I can smile
Swooning each day
In the fragrance of your courtyard.