Where has my jewel wandered, where has it gone?
My jewel lost, O where, to what dawn?
Ah, lost where? Through nights I could not rest,
My sister, where has my jewel been pressed?
He yearned, but words failed his throat,
How speak when lips begin to elope?
He yearned, but words failed his throat,
How speak when lips begin to elope?
Desire's fire, a flame on limb entwined,
Within my heart, weeping I find.
My sister, where has my jewel been pressed?
O where has it gone? To what rest?
Ah, lost where? Through nights I could not rest,
O jewel, where has it been pressed?
In passion drenched, the bed of love's art,
Thirst unquenched within this thirsty heart.
In passion drenched, the bed of love's art,
Thirst unquenched within this thirsty heart.
From afar, a bird's song does impart,
"Someone is mine, a brand new start."
My sister, where has my jewel been pressed?
O where has it gone? To what rest?
Ah, lost where? Through nights I could not rest,
O jewel, where has it been pressed?
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