The Poet fell in love with his Muse and was always thinking of her beauty and loveliness. He looked out for her every day and when a day passed that he did not see her it seemed like an eternity.
This series of poems describes how much he missed seeing her.
Poems commencing with the number 1.xx endeavour to capture his disappointment when she did not appear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem