Where have I to run to find you?
Where is the place of your hiding?
Why is my beloved so well hidden?
Or is it I that am lost?
You have caught me up with your kiss.
So why do you flee as if stricken?
Torture can only bear so much fruit before it slays its prisoner.
Set me rejoicing.
Do not let my desperate pleas goes unanswered.
There is only so much my heart can bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem