English
Nothing but Longing
From your embrace I gain nothing but longing;
to dream of your hair is no strange madness.
Last night my heart looked for faithfulness in your promise;
you answered that such goods are not in stock with me.
I told you again and again, my love, that I have hope in you;
but you kept your mouth shut, as if from shame, though it isn't that.
You promised a thousand kisses from your lips, and you won't give even one;
and I don't have the nerve to ask.
Since it is now your face's turn to shine, comfort a heart,
for the strange tricks of fate are never clear.
I feel ashamed before the guest of your image,
because I have nothing to offer but tears and a burning heart.
You said, mocking, that I hold my life back from you;
for God's sake don't say it: Obeyd is not one of those.