Tears of heaven fall,
Because I cried and held back nothing at all.

Her heart is saddened,
Because all of her blessings have failed to gladden.

She whispers in the wind,
‘Are you disappointed, love, with all I send?’

But I yearn for more,
Such a selfish, childish, arrogant boar!

And does she weep,
As I fall into my dark and restless sleep?

Her voice in my dream
Yet rolls through my heart as a life-giving stream.

‘I love you no less,
Though foul you are and my blessings transgress;
Still will I hold you and in my ***** caress.’