Fard
A love-sick heart dies when the heart is whole,
For all the heart’s health is to be sick with love.
From the Hindustani of Miyan Jagnu (eighteenth century).
Japan
Grief and the Sleeve
Tears in the moonlight,
You know why,
Have marred the flowers
On my rose sleeve.
Ask why.
From the Japanese of Hide-Yoshi.
Drink Song
The crows have wakened me
By cawing at the moon.
I pray that I shall not think of him;
I pray so intently
That he begins to fill my whole mind.
This is getting on my nerves;
I wonder if there is any of that wine left.
Japanese Street Song.