Where art thou?
O beautiful and bountiful maiden!...
Show thy face…and put shadows to shame
End agony to aching loins…this verse make worthy O maiden!
Why do you conceal ripeness so?
What evil is this?
Mine thoughts will do me death save care
I pray thee, show me you absent garment
Would that you’d come unto me O maiden!
Set me afire in finger doses
Do me until I’m undone
Expend till I lay spent
Would that you’d lower heaving chest to parched lips waiting
For as long as staff guides weary feet,
Loyal I am to thy watering hole
This bittersweet agony
This unending thirst…
If I may expire thence…O maiden,
Let it be in the cool of thy watering hole
Guide me to thine heart
Through the door between thy thighs…
And let at last my staff know peace.