NOTE: 22

6

I have stood [here], I cannot come; I am choked [with tears], I cannot weep. Since you have departed, Ah, dearest beloved, I cannot [even] speak your name. My eyes remained upon your road, My senses have fled from me; For love of you, O master of my head, Seven days did I remain asleep. The water of Lalvar is cold, [Life in] foreign lands is bitter; Turn back to your home, my brother, All around us are little lambs.