O hateful world, I ask this: what is love?
From southern skies to northern lands, in pairs,
To summer's cold return old wings of dove.
Love-birds through arduous journeys test their dares.
'Tis deeper than a fickle maiden's crush,
and more than boys' infatuations weighs.
As we in chasing happiness did rush,
'Twas bitter when we went our separate ways.
The sunset snows upon the thousandth peak.
A vast expanse of spreading cloud brings gloom.
The noble gallant must have words to speak.
This lonely shadow travels now to whom?
Love teaches us to death and life accept.
I tasted sweetness even as I wept.