Sep
6th
Sun
6th
A Cycle of Seven Stanzas [Third Stanza]
My heart devised to see her beauty,
While sitting down in her house;
On the way I met Mehy on his chariot,
With him were his young men.
I knew not how to avoid him:
Should I stride on to pass him?
But the river was the road,
I knew no place for my feet.
My heart, you are very foolish,
Why accost Mehy?
If I pass before him,
I tell him my movements;
Here, I’m yours, I say to him,
Then he will shout my name,
And assign me to the first …
Among his followers.
