No heavens I wish to go when dead I'll be
Oh Lord ! As my soul and heart have been
For her, but she is compelled to be far from me
And I am else tyrant tortured to be unseen
Hay Lord ! If fairies dance divinely in Heaven
And we take sweet wine there with last long lust
If the place filled with natural beauty is Heaven
where golden flowers and silver waters be on crust
How will I like those fair fairies' faces before hers ?
Only her lips' nectar wine I ever take with her love
Flower's fragrance is sweet but nothing before hers
And what will I do there alone among waters to rove
All the great lovers, My lord ? Send me where
Or I'd rather like with them to be buried or burnt there
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