o myself didn’t I make a vow

o myself didn’t I make a vow
What’s in the bottom of my heart
Pangs of thy parting i’ll not show
Since all the sorrows are in my lot
So alone I’ll bear the all, at any rate

But listen me O’ mu tentalizing love
I’ve become pigeon-hearted perhaps
and say everyone thy deceit in love
O’ painter of my dejected maps
My heart is too small to hold thy portrait