Love, Love, what can it mean?
What could comfort me so?
Other than my Love!
What a marvellous secret, it is!
I, I very much know,
But, everything I loved is undone,
Everything that delighted me is lost,
All my work and peace is gone -
How could this overtake me!
I am caught by charmful Yāwan Màts,
By that lustful She-Devil!
By those eyes so evil and false!
By that enchanting pross!
When I try to run away,
Collect myself and flee,
In a moment she stands in my way,
Back to her she lures me,
By some magic rope,
That lusty wanton lady, oh!
She holds me fast: and I,
Must come out of her magic spell,
And live where she can't reach,
The great refuge of God!
Love! Love! Let me go there!
Mykoul
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