Number 21

Once more my heart has become the target for cruelty's arrows. Have I committed some crime that has lodged itself in your memory? You came without warning, as if to kill me with joy, while my heart wonders: has my love grown kind to me at last? Her skirt is clean of any dealings with rivals. God is on my heart's side, even if it has fallen into suspicion. Each time I pack my bags to follow my beloved again, a hundred caravans of tears begin to flow from my eyes. Cold now toward others and toward the beautiful ones, I fear they think this healer has turned out just like the rest.