Boredom, my sage Pambasa, is a disease of which only cowards, some shildren and madmen are spared.
I pray you, you are mad! If Jehovah is offended, should he not avenge himself on the prince?
As long as I reign as a sovereign over your heart, O Moon of Israel, your love will be my crown.
You have tied me, Moon of Israel, with your thread woven with moonbeams, and made me your happy prisoner.
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