She My eyes are dim lustre-bereft 1261 Worn fingers count days since he left. Beauty pales and my bracelets slide; 1262 Why not forget him now, bright maid? Will as guide he went to win 1263 Yet I live-to see him again. My heart in rapture heaves to see 1264 His retun with love to embrace me. Let me but gaze and gaze my spouse 1265 sallow on my soft shoulders files. Let my spouse return just a day 1266 Joy-drink shall drive my pain away. If my eye-like lord returneth 1267 Shall I sulk or clasp or do both? He May the king fight and win and give 1268 And with my wife I will feast this eve! One day seems as seven to those 1269 Who yearn return of distant spouse. When her heart is broken, what is 1270 The good of meeting and love-embrace?