To My Beloved 1

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

One appeared.

In a sharp swoop

My offering

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.