I BOASTED among men that I had known you.
They see your pictures in all works of
mine.
They come and ask me, "Who is he?" I know not how to answer them. I say,
"Indeed, I cannot tell."
They blame me and they go away in scorn. And you sit there
smiling.
I put my tales of you into lasting songs.
The secret gushes out from my heart.
They
come and ask me, "Tell me all your meanings." I know not how to answer them. I say,
"Ah, who knows what they mean!"
They smile and go away in utter scorn. And you sit
there smiling.
