My vitals suffer pangs o’ fiery love; ✿ Flames of desire in heart burn high and hot,
For sake of fairest girl who sought our land ✿ Whose charms th’ horizon’s full moon evens not.
She fared and left me victimed by her love ✿ And slain by shaft those lids death-dealing shot.
Then another monk recited the following couplets:—
O ye who with my vitals fled, have ruth ✿ On this unhappy: haste ye homeward-bound:
They fared, and fared fair Peace on farthest track ✿ Yet lingers in mine ear that sweetest sound:
Fared far, and far their fane; would Heaven I saw ✿ Their shade in vision float my couch around:
And when they went wi’ them they bore my heart ✿ And in my tear-floods all of me left drowned.
A third monk followed with these extempore lines:—
Throne you on highmost stead, heart, ears and sight ✿ Your wone’s my heart; mine all’s your dwelling-site: