Speak to me not; I have a sting in my heart.
The object of my affection,
Whom I long-loved is lost!
There’s a wound in my heart,
That doth bleed inside me.
But for some, love is only for keeps.
One night as he heaved me under his sheets,
Mistaken his lust for love, I was deceived.
Screaming and pleading, he still won’t hear me!
I ran, I cried, I lost,
But I spoke of it to none.
Rummaging for life, I started again from a scratch.
Look at me not like a promiscuous girl,
Mistake is forgiven even by the lords.
Clasp me and never let me go,
Cause even I have a tender heart, that needs your love to grow!
