My wit hung on your image
In your eyebrow peeped my heart
Green shadow stood beneath your aura
That I wattle my left fingers in right
As if fixed my fingers in your emotion
And walked by ocean silent waves
Fainted I in folly falls
Time and life friendship is error
Wonder why God together brought them
I weep and wail like piteous silence
And there oiling the fondle fire, like a tree frog
breathing on fresh dew at dawn
Wrought and wring in prominence
Whose burial lies in sudden tales.
How long in beauty walk you
That age, a fickle fortune
Would not in japery slain this skin
That in ink to paper writes a metaphor
Look so shine in sun that soon fades
Bright is time, blindly deceived be
Girls in options and beauty swim like a cockroach
in a Bacchus and forget
Dawn soon will dry in winter wet
Noon, an enclosed of rejoice
Lies on its tail is night
A lamentation grave of time
Come forth my virgin, out of doubt
That has me wounded in my heart
Before I wrought and wring in illusion
