Number 24

You are so beautiful, so heart-stealing, that you would grudge showing yourself to just anyone. It isn't in my interest, yet it's better that you stay veiled and never come out in public. I turned faithfulness into my enemy the day I made my pact with you, once I saw that you, my ruin, are the faithless one. I have grown so distant from myself, so estranged, ever since I came to know you. If it weren't for the hope of reaching you, I would drive the light right out of my eyes. You feel no grief at all for my broken heart; but who ever saw a villager without his own holiday? From now on it's just me and sorrow, far from your face, what would it cost you to come to me for a single night?