Do Not Torment Me, Woman
Do not torment me, woman, for your honour's sake do not pursue me; whether my life be long or short do not torment me through all eternity.
I entreat a boon of you, O bright face and fair hair, do not torment me any more wherever I may be.
I have not spent night nor day, whether I have been here long or no, but that you have been beside me—slow-pacing foot and bowed head!
O cheek like embers, do not come in dreams to seek me in my sleep; and when I wake, stately and sweet one, come not to drive me to distraction.
Though it is hard for me to tell you, let me see you no more, do not destroy me; since I cannot escape from death, come not between me and the love of God.
You, my one love of all creation, tender sapling whom God has taught, woe to you who have so slain me, and I never slew any man.
Let not my misery be your gain, O gentle bough, with crystal eye; if you were witless as I am I would not slay you like this ever.
I know not what to do, your mouth like red berries has consumed me; my blessing on you, but get you aside, and do not drive me from the bosom of God.
Sweet-smelling mouth and skin like flowers, many a man comes courting you; O woman, love of my soul, do not pursue me of all men.
I entreat a boon of you, O bright face and fair hair, do not torment me any more wherever I may be.
I have not spent night nor day, whether I have been here long or no, but that you have been beside me—slow-pacing foot and bowed head!
O cheek like embers, do not come in dreams to seek me in my sleep; and when I wake, stately and sweet one, come not to drive me to distraction.
Though it is hard for me to tell you, let me see you no more, do not destroy me; since I cannot escape from death, come not between me and the love of God.
You, my one love of all creation, tender sapling whom God has taught, woe to you who have so slain me, and I never slew any man.
Let not my misery be your gain, O gentle bough, with crystal eye; if you were witless as I am I would not slay you like this ever.
I know not what to do, your mouth like red berries has consumed me; my blessing on you, but get you aside, and do not drive me from the bosom of God.
Sweet-smelling mouth and skin like flowers, many a man comes courting you; O woman, love of my soul, do not pursue me of all men.
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