1271.

Thou hid'st it, yet thine eye, disdaining all restraint,

Something, I know not what, would utter of complaint.

1272.

The simple one whose beauty fills mine eye, whose shoulders curve

Like bambu stem, hath all a woman's modest sweet reserve.

1273.

As through the crystal beads is seen the thread on which they're strung,

So in her beauty gleams some thought that cannot find a tongue.

1274.

As fragrance in the opening bud, some secret lies

Concealed in budding smile of this dear damsel's eyes.

1275.

The secret wiles of her with thronging armlets decked,

Are medicines by which my rising grief is checked.

1276.

While lovingly embracing me, his heart is only grieved:

It makes me think that I again shall live of love bereaved.

1277.

My severance from the lord of this cool shore,

My very armlets told me long before.

1278.

My loved one left me, was it yesterday?

Days seven my pallid body wastes away!

1279.

She viewed her tender arms, she viewed the armlets from them slid;

She viewed her feet: all this the lady did.

1280.

To show by eye the pain of love, and for relief to pray,

Is womanhood's most womanly device, men say.