Oh, my love, partially burns like the sun
O'er queries of doubtfulness trust;
I'd wonder if you can bear me a son
Thou qualm, though my love entrust
O my Beloved.
Thy mind foibles dire deeds
e'en thy heart bursts.
O my love, thy mind's evil.
I beseech thy sect ere my lusts.
O my beloved.
We have erred and strayed our love;
In this neck of the woods,
Lechery, my love fades.
Could i be the culprit?
Inquire into thine own heart.
