Day and night miss you my poor thought,
As the travelers miss shadows in the desert,
Each day for me you new worry brought,
My delicate will and wishes on earth to hurt
My drooping lids heavy with night toil,
When my body sleeps my mind awakes,
Looks into the stars my written fate awhile,
Weeping on luck weep all unlucky shakes
I do it just to boost up your unlucky luck,
I see your luck star going retrograde,
I with my pen want your all woes to suck,
I love you more than your pretty hate.
Woes come to teach pleasure comes to ruin,
A woman makes life pretty and now I croon.