Classic Poem

I am mad with longing for the sight of my Lover.
Pain racks my body for the loss of my love and fools ascribe it to another cause.

Love's tree has fallen with all its branches: alas, my friend, all that charms my mind is gone.
Food, house and ornaments give me no pleasure, all activities have lost their savour.

Moment by moment I rise to scan the road: to be disappointed again and again.
No salve upon my eyes: sleep comes not to me: and all the day is burdensome.

The state of my body no words can tell: it is as a boat upon the shallows.
Yet, Dharni, if even now I find my master and my love, forthwith will I raise the bridal strain.