I've pined so long, and now Thou art here.
Blessed am I to find Thee, Dear!
Oh! How I've suffered--long so long,
The seconds were years, the hours age-long,
Life insupportable, without Thee Lord,
Weak, but a woman, silly girl cowherd.
Wise, clever, are Thou! O Player on the flute!
Gallant in love's philosophy astute...
Thy murderous glances have taken mine all
My caste, my lineage, my havings and all.
And now, out of sight, Oh, out of Thy mind!
Why so dear? How now so unkind.