"TO MELANCHOLY
Fleeing from you I gave myself to friends and wine,
because of your dark eyes I was afraid,
and in the arms of love and listening to the lute
I forgot you, I your unfaithful son.
But you followed me in silence,
and you were in the wine I drank in despair,
and you were in the warmth of my nights of love,
and you were also in the mockery I expressed to you.
Now you refresh my exhausted limbs
and you have welcomed my head into your lap,
now that from my travels I have returned:
all my wandering then
was a path toward you."
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