The poor man went away, and for one whole year
Journeyed burning with grief for his friend’s absence.
His heart burned till it was cooked; then he went again
And drew near to the house of his friend.
He knocked at the door in fear and trepidation
Lest some careless word should fall from his lips.
His friend shouted, ‘Who is that at the door?’
He answered, ‘’Tis thou who art at the door, O beloved!’
The friend said, ‘Since ’tis I, let me come in,
There is not room for two I’s in one house.’”