To think alone is [not life].
If you were thinking the same thoughts—
She answered:
You are you and I am I,
Yet between your heart and mine is no separation.
Make no such distinctions.
The lady caught cold. Though not serious she suffered. The Prince often inquired for her and at last she answered, saying:
A little better. The thread of life thinned down and it seemed to be going to break, but now it is dear to me because of you. Is it because I am deep in sin?
He wrote back:
Gladly do I hear it:
The thread of your life
Cannot easily be broken,
For it is tied together,
With pledges of long-enduring affection.
The end of the year was at hand. The first day of the Frost month seemed like a day of early spring, but the next morning it snowed. The Prince sent a poem:
Since the god-age it has snowed,
It is a known thing,
Yet that snow seems very fresh this morning!
She returned an answer: