Desire is the cause of suffering,
therefore I shall not want;
wanton fantasies plaguing my mind
should be immediately expunged.

Temptation is around every corner:
calling attention, awaiting contemplation.
And I try, so very hard,
but this unbearable longing
is impossible to disregard.

The sound of your name, like poison arrows
from mischievous cupid's quiver,
inflicts such pain as it hits its target:
my heart is crushed under the weight of regret.

But I shall not want, for I am weak.
My heart cannot accept this painful defeat.
I do not have the strength to see this through;
misery is inevitable if I continue to pursue.

They say unrequited love
is the only kind that's true,
but I'm finding it difficult
to let go of you.